There are few things that warm my heart as much as seeing my little girl enjoying herself with another child. I only wish she took her time with them because soon there won’t be any left in the village.
I closed the lights and made my way to the bed I shared with my sister; she was already asleep, a small lump on her side of the bed. I climbed onto the bed beside her and was about to drift off to sleep when I realized -my sister was at camp right now.
I saw the lights in the night sky suddenly started dancing and the winds were stirring. I tried to walk but only one foot moved, to reach but only one hand moved, and then they caught me as I fall.
Mom and I never really talk after our regular shouting contests, but this long quiet is much worse than the incessant nagging. So I crept up behind her chair and embraced her to apologize——and to find her cold and forever quiet.
I’m selling all of my baby’s clothes. They’ve never been worn.
Drunk, the boys took out a revolver— imitating the infamous Russian Roulette scene from “The Deer Hunter”. It ended sooner than they thought.
The quiet but incessant scratching noise from the ceiling had annoyed me throughout the day. I finally marched up the apartment block to my neighbor’s unit — only to see on their door “away on holiday, back next month”.
Speechless,I was very happy to see my family again. I only wish I could have told them I wasn’t dead, before they closed the coffin lid and lowered me into the ground.
“Ghosts don’t scare me!”, I shouted and the ghastly figure disappeared. I was relieved but then I heard a whisper from behind my left ear saying, “Who said I am?”
Shuffling out of bed, I feel for the bathroom lights. A hand grabs mine.
I’d really like to sleep with the barrista at my favourite coffee shop. But if things get awkward I’ll never get to have one of their fantastic lattes ever again.
A smile, a flick of the hair, a well placed laugh – things were going my way and damn, he was hot. He smiled back, and it was only then that I noticed the ravioli on my chin.
There is an old man who lives in the corner of my eye, standing just out of view, whispering just out of earshot. At night I lie in bed in bed frozen in fear… because I can no longer see him, but I know he’s still there.
Yellow, green, red, the crayon box inside my head. Orange, purple, blue, I’ll pick a shade to color you.
The moon was the only source of light that made it visible enough to see her legs as it peered out from under her bed.
While getting ready for work I cut my neck shaving. When I checked in the mirror to see how bad the cut was I could swear I saw my reflection smile.
The strange man watched with glee as the two sisters barricaded their bedroom door with a dresser. For they did not know that he was already in the closet, waiting.
His daugher waited waited in the usual spot, smiley and chatty as usual, for him pick up and go home. At 9pm, the hospital called with the news no parent would ever want to hear.
In my frustrated urgency I began pounding, trying to bust the lone port-o-potty door open. Amid all the commotion, I heard a deep drawl informatively resound, “Occupado.”