Nature
For years people worshiped Nature, she would help bring nutrients and food the the people.
Fiction
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Forgotten
I sighed as I set my car in park and opened the doors. I sat on the edge of my car seat for a while pondering what my life had become. But I had no other choice. Time for another day of work.
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Someday
The clasp on her helmet made a satisfying clicking sound as Shay clipped it under her chin, preparing for her largest mountain biking race yet. A double marathon relay. -
Horrible Bird
It is sunny outside. I feel the heat, I see the other birds chirping from their perch on a branch. I want to fly, the wind ruffling my feathers, two hundred feet above the ground.
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Shadowboxing
The heavyweight champion of the world enters the ring.
“Boy, he looks solid, doesn’t he, Jim?”
“Sure does. Confident, like.”
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Suspension
My thumb slammed in the door, rapidly turning purple. At first I didn’t even realize, I had become that numb to reality, similar to how my thumb was about to be. My neighbor, Mr. Smithers, waved at me from across the way.
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Witness
The icy Penobscot wind cut through me like a blade as I stared at the crow, now just a crumpled shadow in the snow. My dad’s shot had silenced its call, and it lay there, broken and defeated, a symbol of my own helplessness.
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la mer et l'amour
Brazil, the year forgotten. The sun is rising.
The ocean longs for her beloved moon but she has already gone down. The sun has taken her place and the water finds no comfort in him.
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What Happens When You Get On A Teacher's Bad Side...
He grabs my hand like he did last week—it might even be at the same time if I remembered— and pulls me across the hallway stained with the cafeteria's red sauce that students have been spilling for ages, and into what he calls "our place
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Spoke Up
I jump in my friend's car.
It's filled basically to the brim.
The area is small and compact.
How did she fit this many people in her tiny car?
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When Past, Present, and Future Sit Down for Tea
In the year 3050, the terrifying disease called Covid19 wasn’t something of the past. It was still the future, the present. Efforts to alleviate the virus hadn’t worked at all.
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The sign of Two
“Detective Holm.”
“Sergeant.” Shirley greeted him with her usual monotone voice.
Sergeant Greg didn’t appreciate over-energetic beings; Shirley saw someone getting fired for so much as laughing.