The Seventh Apple - Part 1The Seventh Apple - Part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Seventh Apple - Part 1
“Would you like an apple, Snow?”
I watch as the fruit is handed across the table, seemingly so innocent. The skin is as red as my blood, and the white flesh as pure as my own and it has been tainted. I can smell the hint of bitterness sprinkled on the rosy surface, and I want to wretch again. I shake my head.
“You have to eat something… eventually,” my Stepfather purrs in a gravel-raw voice, “and apples are good for you.”
‘Not yours’, I think. The apple remains extended by his grim hand. I struggle to clear my throat. “No thank you,” I croak.
He grimaces and nudges the fruit closer. It rolls onto its side and collides with my arm. “In case you change your mind,” he says calmly, getting up from the opposite seat. It is well past sunset but no lights are turned on. Electric lights have been stinging my eyes recently, which might have seemed reason enough for him to turn
The Story of Kristy Killings - chpt 9 pt 1The Story of Kristy Killings - chpt 9 pt 1 in General Fiction More Like This
Let's Get Dead with the Living Dead Part 1
He really, really wished he hadn't gone to Lee's house that night.
As he turned the car into the road which lead to the town's surrounding forests, Joel remembered what had happened three nights ago. They hadn't seen each other in quite a while, he, Denny and Lee. He'd been busy with sports practise, Denny with convincing his Mom's boyfriend to move out and Lee was very involved on the Prom planning team. Joel had been packing up his kit in the Gym's changing rooms when Lee put his head around the door. "Alright, bud?" He'd asked.
"Yeah, ok, like." He replied. "What's up?"
"Uh, nothing really Oh, 'you coming to mine tonight?"
"I guess so. What's up?"
Lee smiled. "Boys night."
"Hey, one question." He interrupted Lee's exit. Lee looked back. "Got a date sorted out?"
"Yeah " Lee answered slowly. "I've got one in mind." He winked and disappeared.
When he and Denny had gotten to Lee's house his parents were out. They were never th
The Story of Kristy killings - chpt 2The Story of Kristy killings - chpt 2 in General Fiction More Like This
At 6pm Kristy stood at the edge of her garden. It wasn't quite spring yet; it was still getting dark early. The sky was a deep blue and the stars only just beginning to twinkle. There was no street light immediately in front of her house so she was waiting in darkness. It was Valentine's and she was ready. She'd dyed her hair freshly black and a rhinestone tiara glittered between the locks as she turned her head. She wore a white, 1950s inspired dress that reached her knees. It was printed with a design of big red apples. She wore a scarlet petticoat underneath. With cherry painted heels she was completed. Now all she needed was her Date.
She hadn't told anyone how much she was looking forward to this night. She'd harboured the feeling for months but not spoken a word. Her parents didn't exactly understand, because their school had never had one. Jeremy would have likely laughed at her secret desire to be Prom Queen. What girl wouldn't want to be? It was like a sign, s
Time MachineIf I could ask for one thing right nowTime Machine in Free Verse More Like This
I’d wish for a time machine,
But not to go backwards.
Not to see the big bang and
Not to see the day when human life began.
I want a time machine so that
I can go forwards.
Not to see the last person die out, and
Not to see the universe collapse but
To see where I will be in the grand scheme of things.
To see that my parents didn’t waste their energy.
To see if the choices I’ve made are the right ones.
Just to see if I’m ok, and
That “it’ll all work out fine”, as I’m promised.
But being told isn’t enough.
I want to know
So that somewhere years before,
Back here in the present,
I can feel a little stronger.
I’m starting to doubt that even if
I did have a time machine
There’d be anything left of me to see.
Because right here and right now
The not knowing is killing me.
The Seventh Apple - Part 4The Seventh Apple - Part 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Seventh Apple - Part 4
He steers quietly. I’m a dead body lying in the back of a hearse, waiting for the cruel undertaker to put me six feet under. “Do you know much about lions, Snow?” he suddenly asks. He glances to my reflection in the mirror and I shake my head, “They are very territorial. When two males fight over their land they fight to the death. If the reigning lion wins then all carries on as normal. Do you know what happens if he loses and the winner takes over?” I shake my trembling head again. “The winner kills all the other’s remaining cubs. He removes any trace of the lion that was before, and he rules the pride from then on.” He gazes at me steadily but I say nothing, “So you see, what I’m saying is that it’s nothing personal, what’s happened to you.”
What’s happened to me? I dig my fingernails into the palms of my hands and grit my teeth, “It’s nothing but persona
The Story of Kristy Killings - chpt 1The Story of Kristy Killings - chpt 1 in General Fiction More Like This
Symphonies for the Damned
Kristy Killings and Jeremy Thirteen had always been close, ever since Kristy had wandered over to him in Kindergarden one day while he was digging in the sandpit. She smacked him over the head with a plastic sword, and demanded he play 'Dead'. Most kids, had they been treated like this, would probably have cried. Some might even have tried to hit her back, although not the boys for fear that she actually might win. So imagine the surprise of the minders when he simply rolled over, into the hole that he'd been digging, and let her 'stab' his side. When finally she was satisfied that he was dead enough, she pulled him back up again, and he followed her around the playroom like a little shadow.
From that moment it was as though their fate had been set. Their parents said it was most definitely love.
This tight bond grew as they grew. In middle school Kristy had girl friends, but unlike most girls her age she didn't associate Jeremy as being any different. He was,
31I collect words31 in Free Verse More Like This
And keep them in glass jars
On my windowsill.
They flutter in the sunlight
And glow in the dark,
Illuminating my world
Because they know
It can be so much more.
Midmorning RambleI balance on my hands as I write upside down, trying to see from your point of view. It's as hard as it sounds, but most things are. My fingers are permanently scarred from burning words, trying to see if I could melt them into liquid wishes. The moon is shining in the day and I can't believe I've yet to have lunch, but I am so busy trying to write you I cannot find time to breathe, let alone eat. But the letter never gets written, so eventually I wander off into the twilight zone and dine on a cold turkey sandwich that has gone bad from being out in reality for too long.Midmorning Ramble in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Today I have learned1. Everyone smiles.Today I have learned in Personal More Like This
2. Long ago, roadkill was desired.
3. Makeup doesn't wash off your hand.
4. Near death experiences sometimes aren't exciting at all.
5. Sometimes the impossible happens and after it does the sun is still shines.
Bubble WrapItems slowly trickle into our house, delivered by black UPS trucks. First it was the boxes, then the good china, and now the pepper mills.Bubble Wrap in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A will is for someone who is dead, something she swears she will never be. But still, she donates her treasures to the Institute of Grievers, as if she knows what is to come.
Then again, we all know.
Broken music boxes line my shelves, playing eerie tunes in the dead of night. A lost cricket keeps the tempo, and I silently hum along.
I know that by the end, my room will be full of her, but my life will be empty, except for the bubble wrap and Styrofoam peanuts the memories were packed in.
DiagnosisYou were diagnosed on the fifth of June. We were at the clinic, reading month-old magazines while melodies from the elevator music station drifted from the overhead speakers. You had a frown on your face, I was lost in thought, and when they called you in I didn't even notice. That is, until, I realized the atmosphere had gotten considerably lighter in the past few minutes since you had left.Diagnosis in Short Stories More Like This
So I sat in content silence reading yard tips for the garden we didn't have until you returned. Your face was ashen, and you were quiet, but still you managed to don a superior smirk. This composure you maintained until we got in the car, but as soon as the engine started, you exploded.
"They said I was infected," you began, without warning, "that I had a serious case and it was terminal. Terminal. Can you believe it? Who the hell do they think they are? I know for certain that I am perfectly healthy. I'd know if something was wrong. You know I would know, right?"
I nodded, an
Print-Out FeathersI keep a book of poemsPrint-Out Feathers in Free Verse More Like This
Stashed beneath my bed,
Hoarding the secret words until
Dawn breaks, so I can
Build a nest for myself out of
Twigs and strings and faded letters.
And then, then I'll call for you,
Telling you to greet me at the door,
But when you arrive I will fly
Far away on paper wings
And never look back
(Not even once)
Together at LastThis isn't a love story.Together at Last in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's a story about a lost boy and a troubled girl, who met each other on the path less taken. They tumbled into love and got all tangled up until the boy became troubled and the girl got lost. Their days consisted of fights, their nights of 1am apologies over cups of coffee.
This is still not a love story.
It's a story about a worn-out man and a broken woman, getting married on Friday the 13th. They honeymooned at a hotel in Mars, which was not a planet but a small town in Michigan. They would cloudgaze at night and starwatch during the day, all the while arguing over what the clouds formed or what the stars shaped.
This will never be a love story.
It's a story about a drunk man and an even drunker woman, who spent evenings at bars across the street from each other, drowning their sorrows in cheep beer. He told the bartender he knew she was trouble the whole time; she told the bartender she knew he was lost from the start. And they both told the bartenders that
So this is DeathEvery once in a blue moon, there's a time where time stands still, if only for a second. Every laugh, every cry, every cheer, every wail, stops. Rain hangs in midair, along with butterfly wings. The cars halt, the sirens shut off, the wind does not howl.So this is Death in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And in that silence you'll find me.
[I'll be waiting for you]
Sunday Morning at a GlanceI saw you on a Sunday, with your mess of dark hair blowing in the wind. You were dressed in paisley, were walking a cloud of a dog, bright and puffy like the splashes of white that interrupted the blue sky. It was only a glimpse, but that's all took.Sunday Morning at a Glance in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was in love with you.
Since that day, I learned you liked poetry and dance, and you had self-taught yourself to read in the moonlight. Sometimes I saw you on the corner of Spring and Pike, other times in Walgreens, a messenger bag slung over your shoulder. You had a coarse laugh, an ironic personality that matched the chaos that seemed to follow you. Your cynicism pierced the air and the world as we sat in cafes at 6am, sharing stories and tired smiles. To you, we were strangers. But I, I thought we were positive and negative that were meant to be together, were meant to create a certain spark, all thanks to a look and a smile on a Sunday morning.