Short Stories

Last Words.

I hope you die. That was the last thing you said to me. And then I did. My heart just shriveled up and crumbled like ashes. But unlike the Phoenix or Jesus, it didn’t rise again. Instead, I was pronounced dead and buried a week later. I was buried in the beautiful blue prom dress… Continue reading Last Words.

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A Day In My Life

Me vs Me.

I check the posts in the memories section on Facebook every single day, usually right around midnight when they change, just to see how I used to talk, what I used to talk about, and how I have grown over the years. I often find myself annoyed with my old posts from like 2011 and… Continue reading Me vs Me.

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.

My Poetry

Phantom of the Cafeteria

I recently thought about a traumatic experience in 5th grade when they found a dead body in the cafeteria vent. So I wrote this poem about it. This is like an untold narrative about him. It also sort of is a story of lots of people in my neighborhood. Fortunately, I was a survivor of penury. But, the soul of the story was a victim.

Book Excerpts

Helpless (Snippet 1)

“Can you state your name and the reason you are here miss?” The doctor asked eyeing me with his pen. “Uh, my name is Luna Stewart. I am here against my will.” I said playing with my lip ring. I am nervous with all of these eyes on me, looking at me like I am… Continue reading Helpless (Snippet 1)

My Poetry

Boom

Short, but impactful poem I wrote about gun violence in schools from a child's point of view. It is a sensitive topic, and may provoke some feelings, so if this is a sensitive topic for you, I would recommend not to read.