Inner Peace, True Love, and SushiAs I lay on the floor, among the scattered bits of take-out boxes and soy sauce packets, I am dimly aware of the rain pattering on the window. I realize somewhere in my mind that she left without her umbrella, the pink one, with the cherry blossoms on it. It’s leaning up against the coffee table, a memento now of the latest tragic episode, forgotten through the streaming tears and hurried rush out the door. She must be soaking, some corner of my brain thinks.Inner Peace, True Love, and Sushi1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I guess I’ve really screwed it up this time, huh?”
The shining eyes of the posters on the walls seemingly stare down at me. I don’t know why she was okay with me keeping them up. She would always look at them: the pictures of the faces, the hair with colors and styles that couldn’t exist anywhere out of drawings and animations, with a sort of respect. I could never get her to tell me why. My inquiries to the matter would always be met with a shrug and a smile. I hadn’t seen her smile all
HallucinationWavering steps. My brain foggy and each breath unsure. Yet I make it to the door and stumble out into the dark night.Hallucination20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I collapse against the worn and cracked timber of the house and slowly slide to sit. The porch is hard under me and I shift to get more comfortable, legs splayed and one arm wrapped tight around my trembling body. The world lurches dizzily, then creeps back into focus and I gaze glassy-eyed out into the gloom.
The bitter wind rustles the branches of evergreen bushes, causes the skeletal limbs of barren elm trees to sway back and forth like dancers. It cuts straight through my thin clothing and I hug myself tighter. The dry, dead grass ripples and my hand shakes as I raise my death-stick to quivering lips. A spark and a flash of orange and slowly sickness trickles from my nostrils, rising snake-like into the frigid air, ebbing and twisting with every gust.
An icy tear trails down my cheek as I observe the quaint, homey glow of light in the windows of the neighborhood. He
Under the Mistletoe (SaraDeek's 1st Place prize)Lambert sat at the kitchen table. His fingers drummed against the hard wood in agitation as he watched the candle wax drip slowly down the burgundy candle. Inlaid with golden holly leaves, it had been perfect for setting the mood for a romantic evening indoors.Under the Mistletoe (SaraDeek's 1st Place prize)1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
He’d placed the candle and its twin onto the table almost three hours ago. The candle was now half the height it was when he’d begun his wait. He should have blown it out. He should have never lit it, but during his wait, he’d become mesmerized by the dancing flame. It kept his mind preoccupied with something other than his absentee lover.
It had been nearly two years since he’d started dating Alan. They had been friends all though middle school and high school. They’d tiptoed around their mutual feelings forever before Alan had blurted out during graduation that he liked him.
Eren was the most selfless person Lambert had ever known. Just these past few weeks leading up to Christmas
Mistake - Part 4~Part 4~Mistake - Part 47 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"How does that effect anything? Like, Zae, I don't get it. Why would he need to think about that?"
"Because Jack is a total homophobe. He hates the fact that I even know of your existence. Once he found out about you and I being friends, he's been way more distant from me. But, Jason, I just want you to know this. You are my absolute best friend in the world. If I had to break up with him for our friendship, I would. You mean that much to me," I said, smiling.
He smiled back.
"Wow. Thanks, Zae. That means a lot to me."
I nodded slightly. Suddenly I remembered that he still hadn't told me what Josh said to him earlier. I decided to bring it up again.
"So, Jase... About Josh..." I started, smiling mischeviously.
He blushed and turned his face away.
"Oh... Heh... Yeah..."
"What did he say?"
"He, um... Wanted to... Uh... He wanted... To, um..."
"Jeez, Jason, spit it out already!" I was getting impatient.
"He wanted to hang out, okay?! There, I said it. Happy?"
I was shocked.
Mistake - Part 3~Part 3~Mistake - Part 320 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sat at my usual table at lunch and waited for Jason to arrive. As I stared at my sandwich, I heard a familiar voice.
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!! Zae!"
"Oh, hey. What's up?" I asked, looking up at my best friend.
"You'll never guess what happened to me!"
"So instead of me trying to guess this unbelievable event, just tell me. What is it?"
"The one and only Joshua Wagner talked to me!!"
At this point, Jason was practically jumping up and down like a seven year old girl at a One Direction concert. I couldn't help but smile. He had had a crush on Josh for a few years now, but never had the courage to talk to him. This was a start, at least.
"Jase, that's awesome. What did he say?"
"Uh, h-he said nothing. L-like, nothing important. Anyway, what's up with you?"
I was kind of sad that he was trying to change the subject, but I went along with it.
"Nothing new. I just got out of biology as soon as I could, then came here to wait for you," I said as I took a bite