Ghost Human Bones | Short Stories and Poetry

Nothing Happened

Nothing happened. Maybe it did. Who knows?

Everything will get better soon, and your troubles will fade.

Waking up to a pleasant surprise.

I have everything one could only dream of.

It settles inside on a mission to distort minds.

Being around him is like standing under a cloud raining acid.

Why does it feel like Emilian’s constantly reading my mind?

I am a clean sheet of paper, inside and out. What I think will be written and carried out.

New poetry, published in Spillwords Press.

Because of mom’s actions, everything I had with Misa may be over.

I have to tell you something…

Clay gets a hookup from Earth.

My dream is coming true tonight.

I’ve had enough of these traditions already. Maybe.

She looks like an exotic mermaid wading through turquoise.

Down, down, down….

Can’t believe I’m responding with smiling faces.

I feel my sunflower move closer to me, gripping my shoulder. I think it’s afraid… Because I am.

Slip away.

I slam the accept button and grip the steering wheel. If this woman makes me crash my truck…