I went to the ocean after it. I remember my mother telling me that it could heal you. She said something about the salt spray coming off of the ocean just does something to your soul. Or maybe it was about all that life in it just does something to you. Yeah, she said that… Continue reading Here; a Flash Fiction
The sticks always made identical noises when I stomped on them as we stumbled under the trees giggling and grabbing on to each other. “Over there,” he said pulling me into the bushes. “Okay,” I said giggling and following him. He pulled me against him and I pressed my lips into his for one long… Continue reading Walked Away; A Flash Fiction.
The snow sat invisible on her white hair.She seemed to be glowing. Her whole body had a shimmer to it. The children danced and played in the snow bank beside her. Her laugh lines moved vigorously as she giggled at one child who rolled down his own man made hill.”Are you having fun, dear?” I… Continue reading I Had To; a Flash Fiction
I know that you want those words. Those words that turn so rigid against the air. And I should’ve said them. I could’ve said them. I would’ve said them if I didn’t wonder if they were to grow too heavy for you. I would have said them every time you lost yourself in something and… Continue reading I Love You; a Flash Fiction.
I see it in your face. Your frowned lips and crunched eyebrows say words I couldn’t bare to hear from you. “How are you?” You ask as you glide your hands in your pockets. “I’m okay,” I reply as I stumble pushing my hair out of my eyes,” You?” “Me too,” he says. And we… Continue reading Save Me; a Flash Fiction.
I felt the blades of grass swipe across the skin that was just above my socks as I walked through the overgrown field. I could see her bright unnatural hair on the other side as she stood just in front of the woodlands. She had on heavy rain boots and kicked the sticks that lay… Continue reading I’m Sorry; a flash fiction
He just strode by, taking in all my passions that lined my cafe wall. I love that wall, and he already has me jealous from just looking at it. He brushed his fingers across the cracks in between picture frames. It made the patches of bare wall seemed larger and larger until it felt nearly… Continue reading Love’s Residue; a flash fiction