Short Stories: “Please”
“Please.”
The word hug it the air for a moment before being sliced down by the rain that soaked them both. Continue reading “Short Stories: “Please””
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Short Story: 305 Lamplighter Lane
I’ve never thought myself to be a particularly unusual child. The same things every normal child loved, I loved. The same things every normal child feared, I feared. The toys at my house were just as good as anyone else’s, and the ghost’s under my bed just as imaginary. Though there is one place, to this day, I have loved with not a quite full understanding. It’s as if my brain shut down the moment we sold her house, and remained that of a child’s; lost to the reality, and ever alive to the stories that were woven between those walls. Continue reading “Short Story: 305 Lamplighter Lane”
Hiraeth
Sometimes I find myself so incredibly alone. Alone and tired. I miss…something. I want to go back but, like a fading dream, it slips away from me before I can remember. Sometimes I think I know what it is and where I last left it, but I’m afraid that if I go back it won’t be the way I remembered it. It’ll be different. And worst of all…maybe it’ll be the same, and I’ll be the one who is different. Continue reading “Hiraeth”
Short Story: “Hello Rose”
I was being dripped on. It was more of a steady stream really, so I did what comes naturally to those being rained upon from an unknown location. My flailing arms bumped over my tea as my chair tipped backward, spilling me onto the forming puddle of my balcony. Continue reading “Short Story: “Hello Rose””
Short Story: “I’ll Be Home for Christmas”
As the holiday season approaches, I find myself getting more and more homesick for my family. Since the UP is so far away from Atlanta, we decided to do Christmas much like we did Thanksgiving. Alone. But I’ve especially been missing my mom during this time. She’s always so bubbly and happy and is always in the kitchen making something new. We dance around to Christmas music and watch every Christmas VHS in the cupboard. This year, it looks more like Making cookies by myself, occasionally listening to Christmas music in the car because Chesh isn’t’ a huge fan of it, and watching maybe one or two Christmas movies on Netflix. Talk about a nostalgia ruiner. I did run into this little short story, though, and reading it again made me want to be home even more. I wrote this a long time ago when I was homesick in college, and today, I’m sharing it with you. This is for all of you who are far away from your families this season. Continue reading “Short Story: “I’ll Be Home for Christmas””
Hannarchy 