Short Stories
"Black Feathers, Blue Bodies" | suspense
Black Feathers, Blue Bodies is a horror story about an individual struggling with paranoia on their daily commute. They come-to, already having begun their day, and try to navigate what to do next despite continuously falling into a dreamlike daze.
"My whole body shivered as the wind picked up. As I watched, an air current dragged bits of trash across the crack covered road. Standing shivering in the cold, I looked at the sky. The clouds gathered dark and looming. It was early morning and looked like it would soon rain.
I checked my watch.
The hands on its worn face read 7:34.
...
Looking around, I watched a trail of black feathers flutter across my path. Beyond the trail of feathers lay a black mass, unmoving beside a crack in the sidewalk. The source of the stench. A dead blackbird.
Its neck was broken and dismembered. The wings were stretched out in an unnatural way too, as if it had been posed that way on purpose, like an incomplete taxidermy project. ... Before I tore my eyes away, two iridescent, greenish blue beetles crawled out of the corpse’s crumpled form. Their chitters echoed in my ears and made my head buzz. I took one glance back to watch them drag their shiny bodies through the blood. They struggled and tottered around in the congealing puddle for a moment, before falling between the cracks in the pavement. Bloody, red, brown tracks were left trailing behind them. I gagged, and a shudder ran through my whole body."
"Roots" | sad fiction
Roots is a storybook-like tale of a hopeful little flower that faces the challenges of emotional overwhelm, whilst being unequipped to face those challenges alone.
"In a town too small for a name, was a little house. Inside the overgrown yard of that house, behind the garden wall, was a plant. Far in that hidden corner of the garden, in the only patch of sunlight that the trees would let in, the sprout was budding. On the day it finally bloomed, in that spot behind the brick garden wall, the flower was all alone. It did not feel lonely however, with the solemn trees standing tall around it. Until the peaceful morning had passed, the little thing didn’t meet anyone at all."
Poetry
You Cut Me Open | WIP(12.19.24)
one long cut, from my clavicle to my navel
pull aside my skin, and rummage around
inside
look in my eyes and tell me what you find
hands covered in my blood, gripping my intestines
you lie to me
tell me you found my soul
that you can save me
i can feel the shape of your fingers clearly with each of my fading heartbeats
i feel just as scared when they are your hands on my ribs as i would with anyone else
but i never pushed you away
even while you choked me from inside