Category Archives: Original Writing

Short Story: My Dear Sister

Chapter 1

“So, yeah…” I finish saying to Alex. He keeps reminding me to call him by his first name. I suppose he helps to make me perceive this as being more of a casual setting.

“I see,” he replies. Then pauses. Oh boy, here it comes. “I think we should see each other more frequently. Perhaps twice a week instead of once a week. How would you feel about that?”

“Sure, that sounds ok to me,” I answer. Do I really have another choice? Patient confidentiality aside, I know he will tell my parents that he thinks I need more sessions.

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Short Story: Can’t Sleep

It is 1am.

I think I am losing my mind.

I’ve lost count of the number of times I have walked by the front window to see if your car was in my driveway.

My constant checking of your social media pages has become obsessive.

My work is suffering. My mind wanders too much.

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Short Story: Three Years Later

I didn’t think it was her at first.

The bar was busy, but it was at that time when people started to leave to either head home or find some late night food.

She was standing with two other female friends, finishing off their mixed drinks.

My buddy elbowed me asking me if I was ok. Apparently I had been looking off into the distance for some time. I was, in a way. It felt like I was looking at my distant past. It had been three years since I had last seen this girl, now a woman.

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Short Story: The Appointment

I have an appointment this evening with Evelyn White.

I would hesitate to call it a date, as there is some business we need to attend to.

Evelyn currently resides at 210 Montgomery Avenue, which is only two blocks off of Main Street.

Cold Springs is what someone might call a lovely little town. It has a postcard-esque main street filled with people and, as such, I decide to walk to Evelyn’s from the train station.

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Short Story: The Man, The Mountain, and The God

The old stories always told of the mountain.

The mountain where the god lived.

In some of the stories, he was kind.

In others, he was vengeful.

Which of the stories was true, the man wondered.

He had asked this question aloud once, at a harvest feast when he was a child.

The elders gave him a scolding look.

“We do not question the ways of our god”, they told him.

“Why not?”, was his retort.

Being quickly shuffled by his mother back to his bed, he never got an answer.

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Short Story: The Orb

The following is a short story I had to write for one of my summer classes. I ended up spending  a lot more time on it than I originally thought, and am proud of the finished product. That is why I am sharing it here! I may write a follow up to continue the story depending on reviews and how much time I have. Please enjoy and feel free to leave comments:

Part I(?)

The hooves pounded on the ground as the three horses raced to their destination. The riders pushed their horses to the limit to return to Androsia, capitol city of the island nation of Theras. These three men and their mounts were scouts, sent out to patrol the mountain passes and cliff overlooks. While out on their latest patrol they had spotted the sails of their enemy’s ships along the horizon of the Afasian Sea. The scouts of Androsia were expecting the attack. What they were not expecting was the magnitude; several thousand individual ships had been spotted, and there seemed to be a never ending tide of them. This was the burden placed upon the scouts as they raced back to Androsia, to warn of the oncoming tsunami that the enemy had mustered.

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