Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Short Story August 1st, 2015. Stacy’s Trailer. This is Stacy’s diary. It’s the first of August. You know the drill. So, um… things aren’t good. Right? [pause] I had another panic attack. It’s my...
Short Story November 8th, 2015. The Sorrentino’s Apartment. [long pause] Alright. I guess we’re doing this. Why not? It’s been long enough. [pause] Kind of. [pause] I don’t know, there’s really not much to...
Short Story October 14, 2014. 5:16 PM. Gianna’s room. So that’s what I have to look forward to. … Alright. I’m done. 5:16 PM. End Recording. 5:30 PM. Gianna’s room. [sighs] Yup. Yup, yup,...
Short Story July 23rd, 2015. Hospital. [sheets shuffling] [struggling] [sighs] Alright. We’re in action. This laptop would probably feel like a brick if it were on my legs. I made the first one of...
Short Story June 20th, 2015. Ari’s Room. …That’s dumb. “Five minutes. Just talk about your day or something.” “…Alright. it’s there if you need it. I’ll be with Darcy.” Have fun. [pause] End Recording....
May 26th, 2015. Kitchen. [crying, long-lasting] So that’s it. I’m done. I got the number. [pause] Maybe a year. It’s not what the doctor gave me, but it’s what I’m giving myself. People have...
Short Story April 1st, 2015. Living room. Mom, I’m leaving you this message on your computer. You’re asleep right now. I just have a lot on my mind, and it’s better that I put...
Short Story February 2nd, 2015. Hospital bedroom. [nothing] I’m fucking tired of this. Who goes through this? We’re like the fucking Kennedy’s of Essex County, we keep dying and it’s a side show f-...
Short Story November 26th, 2014. Alright. So, here’s a story. Stacy, my sister. My older sister. I’m the smarter of us, according to her, but she just says that because I’m a doctor. When...
Short Story October 14, 2014. 5:01 PM. Gianna’s room. …Alright. So. We’re doing this. The last time I took advise from my sister, I was bald for a month. [sighs] Shit. Alright. I wasn’t...
Looking back on their relationship, it’s hard to believe their first real conversation was over Heat. It was Eugene’s favorite film, and she never got through it once. Yes, it was 3 hours, but she...
It hurts when he sits up. Not on a physical level. Not an emotional one, either. It’s a pain from deep down, on a level that doesn’t really exist. Reach to the very bottom...
