S. S. Stories

S. S. Stories


17 years old


  • it is what it is

    life isn't fair

    I know this well

    but all I want is to get what I give

    to receive the compassion I give to those who also live

    but that isn't what happens

    and it is what it is

    when I feel alone

  • When There Is No Sun

    "How much sleep did you get last night?" I look up from my slumped-over position to see my friend looking down at me with her plate of food. "Uh..." I say, rubbing my eyes. I think back to everything I did last night.

  • Spoken with a Blackbird

    The icy air blew through Alba’s long, curly white hair with streaks of blood throughout. Her bare feet felt the chill of the ice she stood on and were warmed by the crimson puddles she walked through.

  • Notes in my yearbook

    You know what I love about the end of the year?

    This is the time when the yearbooks are being signed and you say goodbye to your teachers, that you realize that you truly are a human being that is recognized as existing.