Short Stories, Tales of Two

And all I loved, I loved alone

And so hollow does it feel. With every breath I intake I can feel my deserted insides. As if someone carved out the contents, leaving me void and vulnerable. Yes, it felt like that. I could feel the wooden shavings lying around me, chipped off from a wooden body, undoubtedly my own, so painfully my own....I might have… Continue reading And all I loved, I loved alone

Letters, Tales of Two

Letter One: Claire writes

Okay, This is really strange I know you asked me to write letters since your stupid boarding house does not let you use internet for communication. What sick rule is that and what sick place is it! And you are not supposed to have cellphones, what are you training to be, a nun? Come on… Continue reading Letter One: Claire writes

Short Stories

Unread and Untitled

This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,-- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet countrymen, Judge tenderly of me!  "To my heart's core, I feel sick. Sick and tired and worn out. Enough is… Continue reading Unread and Untitled

Postaweek2011, Short Stories

Grave of the Fireflies

My house was burning And I sat. Sat overwhelmed. Sat numb and pale. I just sat there. Sat watching everything burned away. I saw Dad's picture eaten up by dancing yellow and orange flames. I saw Mom's ornaments smashed on the hard floors. I saw the tablecloth I made last month stained with blood of… Continue reading Grave of the Fireflies