My Work.
Here you'll find works that I've published, going to publish, and Short Stories I written.
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COME PLAY [An expert from Lonely a original novel]
I approach my bed, it’s old and on a metal frame. It squeaks loudly when I sit down, Like everything else in this house. Everything had the same texture, scratchy. I didn’t like it, the feeling makes me cringe. I slip out of my jeans and push basketball shorts up my legs, Laying in bed I realise how thin the blanket I have really is. Mom says it’s temporary, but she doesn’t even know when our furniture will get here. I do my best to close my eyes and sleep, and after what seems like hours. I finally doze off. Ken-nedy There’s a voice, it’s a girl. Ken-nedy It’s pitch raises a scale, it sings my name. I don’t like it. I’m lonely Kennedy, come play with me… The voice becomes dark, and sinister. I don’t want to play. Ring around the rosie, pocket full of posies Ashes ashes you’ll all fall… Stop DOWN I force my eyes open, my breathing is rapid. The light from the window streams through the ripped curtains, and I see a figure. I run a hand over my face but when I look back it’s gone. LONELY-An Original Novel Coming Soon, do you want to play? |
AM I WRONG? [A short story]
You look at me, but I look away. You try to speak, but I keep moving. is it you that's done something wrong, or is it me who's pushing you away? We fight and we yell and bicker but, that doesn't stop us. I put more and more distance between us, because I know what will happen if I don't. You'll pull me back in with your eyes and your smile, and your witty remarks. But I know to stay away, I'm smarter now. Or am I wrong? Am I wrong for pushing you away when you feel like home? Am I wrong for yelling at you because you want to know if I'm okay?Or am I wrong for letting you in in the first place? Wrong for letting down my walls? Wrong for letting my guard falter because you feel safe when deep down I know you're not? Am I wrong, for loving you? When I know we won't work. But I can't seem to stay away, you tell me 'no ill towards you.' but go and do what you did. I defended you, I yelled for you, I dropped my self worth for you, I fought my opinions for you, I CRIED, for you. You won't answer my calls or respond to my texts, you want nothing to do with me. But that's alright, you do what you need to do to feel better. to be mentally safe, I get that. I tried to suit you but I couldn't, but maybe that's a good thing. Am I wrong? Or am I right? I don't know anymore, but I hope you get through it all. truly I do, and I thank you. Because I'm stronger now. I figured it out, by the way. If I was wrong, there is no right or wrong. You keep living, and you make choices, some just end up badly. |