Crying

bodies and he might be one.” Mom: “I know Nihveah…. I'm coming to get you!” I got up and told myself a billion times it wasn't true he’s probably at home sleep. It felt like my whole world was crumbling down. Im laying down feeling like i've been crying for 7 hours now. The tears just flowed straight

Alison felt sick. She could not believe that she had put herself forward by agreeing to take three people to Frinda. A place that if they got caught in, could mean trouble, not only from her mum, but also the queen, who did not wish nosey kids to probe her kingdom before going to war. She got her clothes ready for the adventure and packed her backpack with a torch, food and a bottle of water, and lay on her bed grabbing the picture of Amir. She began staring at the handsome prince. She gazed at his

Unfounded fears It was a bright and sunny evening in early August, Daddy had arrived home early, much to my delight and both of us were outside. Though I had every reason to be happy and content, a terrible thought hit me while riding in circles on the blacktop and thinking about kindergarten starting the upcoming day. Suddenly overcome by my childish fears I stopped in the middle of a circle and began to sob. My parents rushed to comfort and discover what could be wrong. “I’m afraid to go to school

The Pursuer My heartbeat pounded in my ears. I was breathing so heavily I was scared I would hyperventilate. It was silent other than the sounds of two sets of paws running over the crunchy autumn leaves on the dying forest floor. I just had to keep running, running, running. My brain was in autopilot, letting my legs move on their own. I just kept thinking of what had happened earlier that night. What that thing did to my friends. All the blood.. I blinked hard to tell myself not to think

“I can assure you, Ebony, that I am genuinely real. I have been with you ever since you were born, it is now, yet, that you have noticed my existence,” The wolf whispered. Ebony blinked several times, processing the creature. When she looked closer, Ebony could now see the gray mist that frayed off the wolf’s fur. This gave the wolf an extra layer of mystery, but also a new layer of creepy. Ebony took in a deep breath and enquired, “Who or what are you? How do you know my name? Why are you bothering

The sickening green loveseat engulfed both my brother and I as we sat in the principal’s office, awaiting our fate. My sweaty palms rested on his body, one over his eye and the other on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. Sobs echoed from across the room, reaching my ears and causing a fresh wave of fury to erupt inside me. I glare straight across the room at this chubby little boy folded in his, just as chubby, mothers arms. His tears stained her obnoxious yellow cashmere sweater, which clashed

my father took. She doesn 't even spare a glance back towards my direction as she leaves the house. I watch from the window and once again see the taillights shrink. They both left. I break, shattering like glass. I fall to the floor screaming and crying. It 's all my fault. I am broken beyond repair. It 's all my fault. The sun shines on my tear stained face, causing me to wake from my slumber. The events of last night hit like a hurricane. I slowly stand up and

I saw her in my sights. At that moment I looked back at my trials it took to be here, the one day William wanted to see the outside, the day that started it all. William my beautiful son ,one month old at the time, was constantly crying I took him to many doctors hoping for an answer but he was only called weird, I never accepted their answers, we loved him. Once my husband, Robert left a wave of relief fell over me, I glanced at the cuts and bruises he gave me from last night and felt the heat

It was November on the farm I remember because, I could feel the fresh, cool crisp wind on my face. All those dried up brown piles of leaves on the ground that my dad was picking up and putting into large black plastic bags. I was 8 years old when my mom brought home Arnold, he was this pink little thing. With little white hair all over his body and a curly tail, my very first pig. We would become best friend over the years, we played every day as he grew older into an adult. Taking rides were one

Trinidad, an island ravaged by colonialism, leaving its imprints on many, notwithstanding our prized writer, V.S. Naipaul. Miguel Street, published in 1959, is a collection of short stories about a fictional street in Trinidad and its occupants during the 1940’s. Each chapter focuses on a character and the experience had with the protagonist, a young boy. The British flooded the island with English literature and education, leaving many of the islanders lost in the sea of the forced external culture