Fiction

Chapter 6: Josh

Chapter 5: Em

In the dusk, winds blow, rustling the tree branches upon the trees. A forest opens into a wide field eventually leading to a small farm in a small town. But this town doesn't show up in this story. At least, not yet.

every day they look themself in the mirror. i should be better. nobody tells them they're great. nobody cares to tell them how amazing they are. they fall asleep crying. they plaster a fake smile in the day. always. happy.

One very nice afternoon I went on a walk through the swampy wet woods to see the very pretty and soothing river flow on my way there I met this very cute and nice rabbit she said her name was Synthia, Synthia had walked with me to the river to wat

It was dawn in the forest. The sun was just waking up, yawning and blinking her dew-soaked eyelashes in a sky painted with perfect, watery brushstrokes of yellow, orange, and lavender interspersed with wispy blush-colored clouds.

You made it to the after

there was before

and then

and then here's us now

we're here now

Do you remember my name?

I made- no, I helped you.

You stand on the bridge,

Contemplating the water.

I don't have to tell you this,

You already know.

You look out.

I don't know

If you're looking at the river

or at the bridge

that's halfway

For some people, putting a mask on is a horrendous thing. You’re masking yourself, in favor of another, of course it’s bad, right? 

Standing in the parking lot of her apartment, I see my friend. She's looking down, sad, and having just as hard of a time as me. 

I keep my head down. I don't want to leave. But I also do. I know its time. 

Consider the life of a flower for a while. The life of a flower lasts a week. The life of a flower is the interconnection between life and death.

CHAPTER 4.5: The Journal

Hello! Today was my birthday! It. Was. AWESOME!!!