There’s no place I’d rather be, than right here. There is nobody I’d rather be, than this version of myself who was lucky enough to meet her. I bathe in the generous bounty of spring, seated on soft, slightly wet grass, with the love of my life next to me. All the while, the sun … Continue reading Pink Petals
Hello Father, Thank you dearly for writing after all these years. Your apology is accepted, and everything is forgotten. Your decision to leave your family to fend in an old musty apartment isn’t a big deal. Actually, it makes perfect sense! My mom was growing older. She had started to get wrinkles on her once … Continue reading Thanks For The Damn Letter
I stand right by the entrance to the renaissance style café, la petite violette, and yet Sofy is nowhere to be seen. I glance down at my wristwatch; it says 9:05. Sweat runs down my brow, and I sigh loudly as I stare into the jumble of people on the street. Though the sun has just … Continue reading Emerald Tears
I made it. From afar, scaling this hill seemed an insurmountable task, but here I am, atop the hillside that separates my secluded valley from what lay beyond. And, to my delight, the sun has yet to set. Soft shades of orange float across the evening sky, fading into a burst of vermillion light upon … Continue reading Beyond That Hill
Dear Samantha, Many years have passed since we last met. And yet, when I think of you as I do now, I am transported back to the summer we shared. The time we rested shoulder to shoulder on a field of sunflowers, gazing up at the clouds as they swam past us overhead. And I … Continue reading I Saw a Cloud That Reminded Me of You
Shera lay outside in the snow, wearing nothing but his father’s old shirt. Its thin fabric obstructs the cold as well as a shield of paper blocks a sword, serving merely as a pretense of defense. Thus, the chill breeze has free reigns as it wages war on the poor boy’s body, causing his lips … Continue reading The World That Never Was
My bare feet grind against the rough cavern floor as I run along the dimly-lit corridor. It hurts like hell, but whatever it was back there is worse than bloodied fucking feet. I throw a furtive glance behind my shoulder, and sure enough. There is movement in the distance. Slithering, followed by menacing, hissing sounds. … Continue reading The Snake Pit
He loved him with all his heart, and maybe that's why he never told the truth, afraid of losing the one person for whom he truly cared. But as with all secrets, especially the dark ones, one can only hope to preserve secrecy for so long. As onlookers, we can gloat and laugh at his … Continue reading Carnage | When the Moon Turns red
Jonathan hooks his hundredth-something worm, desperation mounting with the waning of the sun. Time is running out. His grandfather’s health is rapidly deteriorating, and there’s no telling he’ll survive another day. Jonathan glares at the sea as though offended by its serenity, knowing full well that he’s being unreasonable. Here he is, a grown man … Continue reading The Golden Fish
Your flight leaves in 1h 20 mins. The taxi’s outside. It’s already honked once. 1h 19 mins. Honk. You can’t find your teddy bear. 18 mins. You hear the taxi start. Honk. 17. Where’s the damn plushie? 13. Engine running! 10. Honk honk. GODDAMMIT. You throw the weekend bag over your shoulder, sprinting out the … Continue reading Where Is Teddy?
Benjamin Bratz 