The hole in the ground matched the hole in his chest. Taking up the room where his heart used to be, pushing his lungs to the side in an effort to consume him fully. He guessed that this is what drowning felt like, a building pressure in his lungs, stopping his ability to do anything…
The short story A Secret Lost In The Water implies the impact of losing personal identity due to environmental circumstances and factors that heavily changes the way individuals think about their sense of self when placed with others hence what differentiates them to be different. When children are young, their parents are usually whom they…
The storm came in like a surprising knock on the door. Total darkness prevailed, every dismal obsidian cloud formed itself in the night sky. The darkness of the night spread its black wings, closing in like a curtain. The tight storm clouds covered the last silvery glow of the moonlight like a dark veil being…
I encounter a bouncer with a build. A charming grin stretches from one ear to the other. Something about him doesn’t seem right though. Aside from his ominous smile, he has an air of authority. The look that he casts at me is dubious. He sizes me. In this way, his face is a mask.…
The twinkling starry night was obscured by numerous grey cotton balls from above. Crystal water droplets gently separated themselves from the crying clouds as it tapped the ocean water lightly. Each droplet cascaded from the dark sky as thousands of crystal liquids reflected the majestic ocean. The sun rose from the horizon once again, pouring…
Short Descriptive Story The ear-piercing sound of the explosion shattered the universe and shook the Earth’s ground. The fire tore the train to pieces and blasted all parts of the engine in different directions. The train let out screams as if it was slowly drowning in pain, almost as if the fire was seeping away…
Saturday: a notepad sat on my desk. The paper’s slick surface reflected a curious yellow hue from a lamp. A clear resin pen, filled halfway with a dark grey ink, lay atop the notepad, a conspicuous accessory. I was up late at night, but the late-night writing did little to help with my insomnia. Rather,…
There was a knock at the door. Alia’s hair was ratty and unwashed and was quick to throw into a messy bun as she put her morning coffee down. She wasn’t expecting anything except an online package and some coupons but mail came later in the day. It was 3:56 in the morning. Alia couldn’t…
The sound of the faucet turning on is the only noise that drowns out the screams in Clarisse Dumont’s ears. 5 years ago, water reminded her of cold showers on hot days, now they remind her of relief. Palms, to the back of hands, between the fingers, over the sides, under the nails, and then…
“We have the same code.” “What does that mean exactly” “We seem to be the same person” It feels like a black hole has opened in the universe. The last 50 years have narrowed down to this moment. Technological advancement saves material space by virtualizing every valuable item one could own. From suitcases to dressers,…
I can’t remember the last time I wrote something creative that was not for an English class personal response to text assignment; so, with all this newfound time on my hands I thought I’d pick up a metaphorical quill (keyboard) again and try my hand at creative writing. Today’s short story is inspired by a…
Part I: The Planet This is our reality. Work planet after work planet, each populated by one single individual. A gargantuan drill armed with various powerful lasers ensures that previously grandiose landscapes are stripped in a matter of months. One machine per person. One person per planet. As if they were gifts. With the valuable,…
Foreword: Book covers are a great source of inspiration for a short story or anecdote. Simply browse the internet, find a book cover image that stimulates your curiosity, and begin writing. This is a creative writing piece based off the “False Dawn” book cover (above). Enjoy! An engine revved in the distance. Eriq couldn’t see…
Maria stood by her barre skillfully rotating through first position to fifth position, every movement of her body performed perfectly like a well oiled machine. However, her movements were anything but robotic, even the smallest motions were so fluid, it seemed like water was flowing through her body. She had been a ballerina her whole…
Sometimes, you get comfortable with something. After a while, you want to expand your horizons, so you try new things. You work for a while, then you look back at what you’ve done, realize you’re utter trash and go back to your original thing. It’s here that I realize that I’m just bad at every…