Short Story: No Hate

As I looked up, the sky was dark the sidewalk illuminated by the streetlights. The sound of crickets and cars echoing through my ears. I walked home that night, tears in my eyes. I was leaving, I couldn’t handle it anymore. The meds, doctors, psychiatrists nothing was working, our lives were in constant danger. By the time I got home the car was gone. By the time, I finished packing it was dawn. The sun creeping in through the shutters. For the next couple of days, I crashed at Jason’s before I headed South. I heard my cell ringing, it was mom… I let it go to voicemail.

As I walked, the air of this haunted, dreadful and sorrowful land had sucked the life out of everything and roared as humanity began to disappear. As I carried on walking, I noticed that the small fraction of light was getting smaller and smaller, until it had been engulfed into a think black ash like smoke. Aggressively, the wind walked past the building with its cruddy feeling, blowing away all signs of life. Deeper and deeper into the land was a burning car door. The fire roared and crackled. The roaring and crackling of the burning car door merged with the aggressive air and created the loudest sounds ever heard on land. Growing darker, the skies made me feel nauseous. The fear of not waking up if a human fell asleep towered

And then, the day I had feared of most, finally arrived. We lost our father, the only figure I truly felt safe with. After months of mourning and painful transformations, our mother fell sick. In those terrible days, days during which I was locked in the basement most of the time, for my safety and even more: for the safety of my family, I was incapable of helping. To this, I regret even today.

At the front gate, there were weeds all over what used to be a garden. The door suddenly swung on its creaky hinges. Pitch black. You couldn’t see a thing in the cabin. Every couple of minutes shingles would fall off the roof. I was scared. Terrified. Then I heard creaking floorboards.

The blinding light coming from the outside poured into me. I grabbed the air reaching for water just like looking for an oasis in a desert. My eyes, yawned by the sun poking into my eyes and I realized that I was back in my house; my old jacketed

The streetlights flickered every other minute, as the sun hid behind the clouds, keeping the town a bit gloomy. I continued walking, unsure of where to go, but desperate to get back home. As I walked, I could hear laughing children echo all around me, and then the indistinct sound of the melody of the song echoed along with them. Looking ahead, I saw something, or someone standing off in the

I climbed out, and looked around. Most of the drawers, cupboards and doors were either open or smashed. My parents had vanished, they were nowhere to be seen. I walked to, what used to be, the front door. I looked outside and was horrified to see that half of the houses were in flames or had burnt down completely. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know what to think. I don’t know why, but I started to run. I ran as fast as I could I wasn’t going to stop. I was going to the city limits, I was going to leave ‘The Main’. I jumped the fence, and was engulfed by trees and plants. I walked around, I didn’t know what to do; should I go back? Should I hand myself in? When I was deep in thought a hand covered my mouth and I fell to the

The first couple steps were bumpy, my trembling feet vibrating against the crackling floor. The door swings open as I go to knock creating a loud screeching noise. As I walk into the unfamiliar home, I become more aware of the man I'm about to meet. I travel further into his world and can hear the noise coming from under my feet. I get closer and closer until I find it, the crooked door where he told me to meet him. As the stairs appears from the darkness, my path becomes lighted ahead of me.

When I opened the door, I heard sprinting and caught a glimpse of my mother rushing back to the couch. Her face was twisted into an unusual expression.

Hate to be like this but let's be real with each other. This is not working. No one is that busy. Honestly we make time for what we want and it's been made clear I'm not a priority to you anymore. I refuse to be hanging around on the back burner. That's not fair to me or the other nice gentlemen I'm passing up to give you a fair chance. No hard feelings here. I just hate wasting my time waiting and on uncertainty. Best of luck on your feature.

“¡Mamá! ¡despiértate por favor!” I tried turning her over my hand touched some kind of liquid I lifted my hand up and my fingertips were painted red I quickly turned her over and a black hole layed on her chest blood oozing from it a 44 caliber bullet sat right in the middle. I heard movement behind me even through the terror in my head. I snapped my head around and saw a man dressed in normal clothes sneaking towards the front door. I jumped up and ran to him holding him by his collar against a wall.

At the young age of six, I found myself caring for my mother in a faded pink garage, we called our home. My thirty-year-old mother laid on the floor groaning in pain unable

Sian picked at her nails as she went down the stairs from her apartment. Her frown became more apparent as she saw the back of bazes head. She let out a harsh breath pushing the door open, hitting baze in the process. He didn't laugh like he usually would, he just stood up scratching his face. MORE BEFORE FIGHT

The cemetery was about a mile behind me. On Smith Street, a mysterious voice flowed into my ear. "Keep straight and don 't look back," it said with a familiar voice. It was my dad 's voice. I knew to follow his directions. His directions persuaded me to scurry down the street. Before I knew it, my house was in my sightline.

Okay I know the title sounds lame. But that is not the point. The thing that make me write this is in last Saturday, when I was on the commuter line back home from Bogor, I met this bunch of teenagers wearing some overly stylish wardrobe. Well that’s okay for me so far, except they were smoking and using some cuss words and acting like a bunch of juvenile. If I took closer looked, I was sure they were no more than 17 years old.