Fiction

In folk belief, a spirit is the vital principle or animating force within all living things. But for me, I think a spirit is a person or thing that watches over you. Or even sometimes, it's yourself.

If I had a spirit watching over me as my personal guardian, it would probably take the form of a small light or warmth to let me know it's around. However, it would only be something that I can see.

 “This is a depression bear,” Kiya said while holding up a blue stuffed care bear carrying a sour expression on its face, then handing the bear to her friend. 

“Aww he’s so cute” Eden cooed at the stuffed plush.

You won't find this island in your geography textbooks. Surrounded by the inky depths and roaring tides on unordinary water, my island sits on wooden posts and is fortified with walls.

He was always my favorite, out of all of them – it was barely a competition. He knew it, too. I suppose he was used to being peoples favorite. After all thats how they found him. He wasn't just charming. He wasn't just a people person.

One of the hardships I’ve overcome is trying to make people care about me. I used to try to make my friends happy and make it so they like to hang out with me. Over time I’ve realized that they prioritize work and their other friends over me.

I walk along these Halls and I think about how untarnished these little Birds and Statues and oddities are; they are all each consumed in their own Fantasies, vying for a lovely Lime-Green Berry when there’s a Bloodred one up much higher.

Prompt: Mirror
The you you see

Asa Kelleher

My cure for boredom already exists and it's called a Wii, more specifically known as Wii Sports. 

Once there was a boy who was living in a ghastly labyrinth. His name was Aaron, and he hated his house because it was so dark.

“Oh, Bonnie” he smiled.“Clyde” her southern tang glided off her tongue. She was built small and light as a feather. Slim shoulders and a slim waist, she could be swayed by a small gust of Arizonan Desert wind.