It has been four months since I’ve last seen her, and her absence is like a crater in my heart. At night, I lay awake staring at the ceiling and feeling phantom sensations of her fingertips running across my chest and the warmth of her breath condensing on my neck. I feel like half of…
Category: Based on a Song
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…
Wake Up
In elementary school while in 4th grade, I met a girl named Marika. Her name was pronounced like the name Marie, but with a -ka on the end. Some boys called her “America” as a joke, but I couldn’t bring myself to make fun of her name because it was unique, unlike mine – Chris….