Short Stories

I close my eyes and taste the ocean air — salty, sharp, more wild than even me. It fills my lungs in a way…

I can’t even look at my mom anymore. Because the eyes she once loved, she now hates. And I don’t blame her either. Because…

As I put these flowers at her headstone, I can’t help but let the weight of sorrow dampen my eyes. Not because my Grandma…

I wasn’t rich. I wasn’t poor. I wasn’t cute. I wasn’t ugly. I wasn’t tall, nor short. I was average. I’ve always been average….

The window rolls down as a cloud of smoke reaches out to choke me.

“Have you been drinking?”

My brother smiles as he reaches out…

I close my eyes. The sound of people clinking glasses is beautiful, almost like wind chimes. Why, then, do I feel so unbearably sad?…

Only another mile, I thought, keeping my head down. I watched each foot rise and fall, rise and fall, losing myself in the rhythm…

Everyone has the ability to fly, but not everyone is capable of flying. That’s what my grandma always told me growing up. And I…

The unfortunate thing about second chances is first you have to be lucky enough to get them. And those aren’t promised to everyone.

I grew…

Some people don’t believe supernatural things exist. Some do. And that just means some people are intelligent. While others suffer from the misfortunate of…