Short Story 28


In almost every respect, Willow was the human personification of a pixie. She had almost white shoulder-length wispy blonde hair and a set of ice blue eyes that could pierce your soul. Her petite build was complimented by the crocheted midriff tops and ripped denim short-shorts she always sported but none of these things were as enchanting as her presence in a room. There was always something truly magical about how she held herself and how infectious her laugh was.

But this pixie was being kept in a cage…a very lavishly decorated cage, but a cage nonetheless. Continue reading “Short Story 28”

Short Story 18

The Foster Parents

He used to walk across the school grounds the same way every day, while feeling completely alone. Most of his schooling he was bullied, he didn’t have many friends, and by friends, he meant acquaintances, but despite this, school was markedly better than life at home.

Back in those school days, he didn’t think anything would have hindered him more in life than being born to a drug addict prostitute and an abusive electrician who used his mother as a punching bag before moving onto him when he tried to defend his mother. Continue reading “Short Story 18”

Short Story 8

The Island

I’m a contradiction. I preach one thing to my friends and my family, but I can never follow through. There are so many expectations in my life, and I feel as though they never emulate from me.

I mean I get it, I’m supposed to be the star athlete, the most popular guy around or whatever, but Jesus I really hate all the attention. I think the best way to describe my best talent wouldn’t be football like my parents would say, or getting all the girls as my friends would say…no, I would describe myself as a brilliant actor. Continue reading “Short Story 8”

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