I guess we like to play ourselves for fools every time we say those three damned words, The ones that hurt so much every time my answer comes back in deathly silence, You like to play your little games, And that’s fine, I have games too, But if you want to have a chance at…
Author: Philip
Sisters
There was only one thing Kayla hated more than school: P.E. at school. A lot of her friends liked P.E., because at least it wasn’t algebra or biology or english lit. And hell, when she thought of it that way, P.E. wasn’t so bad, but then she considered the other half of the story: it…
Hiding, Part 1
Melody sat in the corner of the lecture hall sipping on a mocha latte and absorbing the pulse of the music from her earbuds. Her head nodded and swayed side to side, only stopping to down some of the chocolately-sweet beverage she cradled between her hands. She didn’t particularly need the caffeine, but she loved…
Siberia (unfinished)
I’ve never posted an unfinished story here, but there’s a first time for everything. I thought it would be interesting to share this, because I have no intentions of finishing it, as the mood I was in while writing it is long gone and will likely never return. — The ocean stretched out before Raye,…
Bridges
“Why are bridges always used as allegories?” Taylor asked. We were standing on a small bridge walkway over the pond at the park as she seemed to pull this question out of nowhere. “Well, it’s because bridges connect things, right?” “Why are you asking me, Jacob? This question is for you.” “Fine, then I stand…
The “I” in “Lie”
Marco wasn’t the type of guy to fall in love. He didn’t understand the lovey-dovey couples he saw making out in the park; didn’t get the poems overflowing with romantic emotion and despair. There was too much drama involved in romantic relationships; not enough individuality between those that called themselves lovers. They sponged off of…
Sarah, Part 2
“When we were 12, I made a friend named Beth.” “I don’t remember anyone named Beth.” She ignored me and continued. “Beth was 4 years older than me. She was tall, slender, straight brown hair, sparkling hazel eyes – everything I wanted to be when I became her age. She treated me as if was…
Sarah, Part 1
When I was a child of about 10 years, I had a friend named Sarah that would tell me scary stories. Back then, they were obviously fabricated tales of ghosts, zombies, swamp monsters – basically the most stereotypical things that a 10 year old could make up on the spot. She very rarely legitimately scared…
Untitled “James and Kimberly” Novel
The last 2 posts on this blog are the first couple of chapters of my recently finished novel, which currently has no title. I wrote it in 37 days – 80,162 words total after one pass of editing. Not sure how I feel about it yet, but once I give it a solid read-through in…
The Fabulous Five
James is three months younger than Kimberly, but he has a car, even though Kimberly does not. It’s an old, 5-speed Firebird, but despite its age, it still runs well. James likes his car, even though it’s not new like a lot of the other kids’ cars. Those kids have rich parents, and James doesn’t….