…And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: “How could it be so?”
“It came without ribbons! It came without tags!”
“It came without packages, boxes or bags!”
And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before!
“Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store.”
“Maybe Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!”…
— Dr. Seuss, Excerpt —
Can you hear me
All the words I cannot speak
Behind a strained smile sewed on
Like a porcelain doll.
Can you hear me
The muffled sobs in a corner
Because my tears would only
Burn them like acid rain. Continue reading “[Poetry] Are You Listening?”
It’s already been three weeks, but I swear I can still feel you kicking inside me. The doctor said writing in a journal would help, but it doesn’t. It doesn’t help knowing my own body rejected you.
The doctor said it was a tragic accident, but there are no accidents. The doctor said time would make it easier, but that’s a lie too. Continue reading “[Poetry] Day 21”
Goblins and ghouls and witches galore!
Asking for treats with smiles at the door.
Fairies with wings and superheroes with capes,
That Superman looks like he stole his mother’s drapes!
Snacking on chocolates and my favorite sour candies,
Running past the spooky houses – watch out for the zombies!
Laughing and whispering, shh, a ghost can’t be seen,
Prepare your pumpkins, it’s Happy Halloween!
Find the black door with the green diamond pane.
Tap it three times to enter a world you reign.
When the instructions appeared that morning next to a sketch of a map, she thought it was a game her parents created for her. Excited, she had tried to show her dad the map, but he waved her away, focused on one of his many phone conversations for work. Then, she had tried to show her mom, but her mom was painting and didn’t want to be disturbed, as usual. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Your Very Own Kingdom”
“You hold it like a pencil, Uncle Spencer, like this!” Henry demonstrated where to put his fingers on the chopsticks to his frustrated godfather beside him.
“That’s exactly the problem, Henry, it’s like eating with two number two pencils. It’s completely counterintuitive!” Spencer said, as one of the chopsticks he was struggling to hold fell back to the table with a clink. Continue reading “[Criminal Minds Fanfic] The Chopstick Conundrum”
Standing on my toes,
Trying to peek over the counter,
I can barely see.
But I hear the whistle of the kettle
Boiling on the stove,
And the clink of the spoon
Against the mug,
And the shuffle of the cupboards
Open and close.
The woman looped the necklace around her neck, wincing as the cold pearls touched her skin. The blue sapphire pendant glowed just as coldly. It was time.
Her husband sat at the piano, dressed in his Sunday best. Next to him sat the little girl, choosing the evening’s song. She had their daughter’s sunny curls and voice like wind-chimes, but she was not their daughter.
If I could have any superpower,
I think I would want to fly,
To zigzag around the clouds,
Like marshmallows in the sky.
With brown wings like some birds,
Or golden like the sun.
Or wings the colors of the rainbow,
Every single one. Continue reading “[Poetry] Superpower”
“I don’t see a ‘No Trespassing’ sign, ergo, we can trespass, right?”
The boys peeked through the castle doors and found themselves staring at arched windows and wooden floors that curiously still held a shine to them.
“What is that?” One of the boys pointed to an open book on the floor that looked like a geometry textbook gone wrong. He touched the mismatched shapes and was yanked inside. “Wh—Help!” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] No Trespassing”