Liberated

Short poetic thought that came to me. Written on three orange post-it notes ,originally.

humdrum melancholy

A short story about the elements and emotions that restrain and take over.

Boy of the Moon

"A boy once fell from the Moon. His eyes were silver and his hair was white..." Christopher-Elliot and Emile's close friendship begins when a young Emile reads his favorite story to a young Christopher-Elliot under a nook of bed-sheets, illuminated by a flashlight. Though Christopher-Elliot is skeptical of the story...

misellus

my body's wretched, and so is my soul.

Alone & Lonely

"I like drinking coffee or tea, and reading alone; I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone; It gives me time to think, and set my mind free; I like eating alone, and listening to music alone; But when I see a mother with her child; A girl with he...

Hello, Goodbye.

❝You have to understand that someday I can't just say hello to you to risk another goodbye. ❞

Drown

Caroline King's dad is gone. She's depressed. She's consumed in grief and guilt. She's drowning underneath it all. And then suddenly, she is very literally drowning in the ocean, and then she finds herself encouraging the water to keep abusing her, encouraging it to keep her down in the water. She's drowning and she's...

Drop Dead Gorgeous (YoungWritersPrize)

The heavy droplets of rain were slowly slipping down the hood of his leather jacket and a few effortlessly kissed his dark chocolate hair. »H…Hi.« I sputtered. »What do you have there?« He walked closer to me and gazzed into my eyes with his dark ones, that perfectly matched his hair, then lowered his sight towards...