I had never been to the circus. I didn't like the idea of spending the day looking at people pretending to be something they're not. This was not that kind of circus. The gates opened at 9 in the evening, which was past my usual bed time. But my friend managed to talk me into … Continue reading Trip to the Circus
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The Damned pt. 1
This will be written in several parts. A short story in the making. Thank you for reading. A ripple through the moonlight reflection in the basin distracted the young member. I rolled my eyes. She had come to us only a month ago covered in tattered and dirty sheets, her clothes had barely fit her … Continue reading The Damned pt. 1
Personalized Hell
**continuation of Untitled Disaster** The tobacco stained bulb that hung from a dust covered chain was the only light in the room. The light reflected grossly off the wet crimson on the walls, making the dried black look like gaping, never ending wounds. I was strapped to a small bed, barely big enough for an … Continue reading Personalized Hell
Untitled Disaster
My heart is racing, trying to escape the confines of the rib cage. I don't know why, but I can't make it stop. Nothing makes sense. The sounds. The feelings. The rumbling under my feet. What is happening? No. The ground under my feet isn't shaking, I am. My muscles vibrate and spasm with such … Continue reading Untitled Disaster
The Plague of You
Days and weeks after you've been gone there are still signs of you. Nothing good, of course, that would be a false sense of hope. No. Everything you've left behind is a mess for me to clean up. Why couldn't you have done something useful for once? The clean up began weeks ago, I thought … Continue reading The Plague of You
The Write Direction
I'm embarking on a writing journey. Everyday I'll be writing a new short story. I hope you enjoy what you read, please feel free to leave comments on what I could do to improve!