Being a young adult doesn’t mean I’m immature. I’ve never had to ask for money from my parents or others, despite being hungry for a few days. I chose to not be a stereotype of my age. I’ve always had a job I enjoyed and took pride in my work […]
Tag: creative writing
Summer in the Sunflowers
My parents had argued for most of the five-hour car ride, and were silent for the rest. I tried to get them to talk by asking questions about my grandmother, who I had never met, but was staying with for most of the summer. Both of my parents had no […]
Real Life Rescue Mission
A thief walks among us. My roommate and I always prided ourselves that being from Maine we never had to lock our doors, cars or home. Everyone is friendly and instead of taking someone’s cool or unique things they do the normal and polite thing: compliment it and move on […]
Mars Part II
Carmine's was dimly lit and smelled of beer and old wooden floors. The walls were painted a dark blue and held records, framed photos, and autographs scattered in fame ranging from college bands to more famous artists. Mars led them to her usual table under a Janis Joplin photo and […]
Mini & Sparky
Allison Belle never had anything to hide. She was a straight shooter who knew what she wanted, and when she had to have it by. So the only thing on her mind as she walked her Papillion Mini down Main Street was where to find the best organic dog treats […]
Stressed at Starbucks
As I sit waiting at Starbucks, in a town I have never been in before. I find myself picking at my fingers. I have a job interview just down the street from here in about thirty minutes for a pretty big company. Needless to say, I’m nervous. My phone keeps […]
I Slept Through the Apocalypse
It’s been 831 days since I woke up, but no one else did. The worst Monday morning imaginable. Of course, that’s an exaggeration, about the fact that nobody else on the entire planet woke up. It took others longer to die, and not everyone was asleep around the world at […]
It’s a Cold War After All Part 4
This game has gone on long enough. I’m tired. An eternity of slumber could not make up for the sleep that six years of pain has lost me. Most of my time is almost used up, however. For a moment, Damien, I thought you had stirred but as I turn […]
It’s a Cold War After All, Part 3
The next chapter that is important to our story is far in the future from the last one. And only weeks ago from where we are now. Its fitting isn’t it, Damien? How far we went before we reached the end, I mean. Dad always said we were survivors. I […]
Part Two: War
After the first mishap we thought you had learned your lesson. For a bit it seemed like you did. At least that’s what Daisy kept saying. But all I saw were the walls you put up and the shell you kept retreating into. “This is no life to live, Damien,” […]