Short Stories

The Talk…

I have been to twenty-three funerals in the past two weeks. And at every single one of them, all of the sorrowful strangers looked at me like I should have been slayed by him with the rest of his victims, my colleagues and my patients. Just because I was not there when the attack happened… Continue reading The Talk…

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My Poetry, Short Stories

Death and Decaying.

First, she lost the waves of strawberry blonde that ended at her waist. Then she lost her mouthwatering skin, a bright and throbbing red like a bed of ripe and ready strawberries in a strawberry field. She used to have a tasty, round figure that everyone would drool over, but now she’s dry, with off-black… Continue reading Death and Decaying.

Short Stories

Nine Lives.

Today I am Samantha, and it is my twenty-first birthday. Well, according to this ID and credit card that’s my life. I go down to Denny’s for a free breakfast. The waiter asks to see my ID because he swears up and down that he saw me in here last week. Last week I was… Continue reading Nine Lives.

Short Stories

For Grandma.

My grandma dropped out of school in the second grade. Things were different back then. But one day, when women finally began to gain rights and when my grandmother finally began to gain the courage to unlock the chains that pulled her down from liberation my grandmother decided to take the GED test. I had… Continue reading For Grandma.

Short Stories

Heavy Metal.

My day started with a gun. I didn’t know where it came from, what it was doing on top of my backpack, or why I needed it. But, there was a message etched into its cold, black, side in peeling white-out, maybe from all the sweaty and anxious palms that have caressed it, that said… Continue reading Heavy Metal.

Short Stories

Live Inside the Prison with Mad Max.

My name is Maxwell Smith, age 40, white male. But call me Max. Whatever you do, do not call me Mad Max or Mental Max like the rest of the world. When you write about me and cite me, call me Max. Just Max. The Warden took this hour for the interview out of my… Continue reading Live Inside the Prison with Mad Max.

Short Stories

Gorilla War

I was only able to grab one thing from my apartment before it’s swallowed up by a starving hole in the ground. Of course as soon as my boyfriend and I are on the brink of everything we talked about during college, the world is crashing and burning. I had dreams we would get married,… Continue reading Gorilla War

Memory Lane, Short Stories

Dogs Really Party (Fourth Grade Me)

When I saw the trailer for the Secret Life of Pets, it took me on a train down memory lane. I had started to think about a similar type of story I wrote in fourth grade. I dug through my parents box of our accomplishments and school stuff and I finally found the story i thought… Continue reading Dogs Really Party (Fourth Grade Me)

Short Stories

Confessions of a Catholic.

You don't think about the future until you are forced to live in it. You speed through four years of college, and then your future is standing there at the finish line pinching you to let you know it's real and it's ready for you. My name is Anaya. It is African, and it means… Continue reading Confessions of a Catholic.

Memory Lane, Short Stories

How the Bat Got its Wings (My First Story)

This story was written by me when I was in the second grade. I recently re-discovered it on my shelf in my room back here in Arizona. This is the start of my writing journey, the year it became my passion, and twelve years later and it is still what I enjoy the most. Here… Continue reading How the Bat Got its Wings (My First Story)