Aimes read a love story. It was short and broke my heart. Steeped in pain and sweetened with a thin slice of hope, her tale of heartache lay upon us all soft like a dusting of snow on the shoulders of Writers Club. Cry read a vampire tale. Brett read, like he did every time,… Continue reading In the Dark with the Kat
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The Long Dark Road
“Do you know the last time he took a bath?” Careful asked. I held the phone in my hand and looked at the ceiling. The kitchen light was off, and I was on the floor. It was cold and I was getting pissed. The thing with Careful was growing a darker shade than I wanted… Continue reading The Long Dark Road
To Destroy Something Beautiful
It wasn’t long before Harvard read for Writers Club. To my recollection he read in Writers Club twice. This first time, it was a poem. It was dark, gritty. It gave off a rotting smell, had sour breath. It was a poem that made you feel like being other places, a poem to curl the… Continue reading To Destroy Something Beautiful
Nemesis
We left Writers Club that first day and piled in with Harvard. Careful took the front seat. She was Harvard’s, and we all knew her a queen. The rest of us, Walleye, Chanel, Glare, and I, scrunched into the back seat. First, food—Harvard was buying—then Wal-Mart. This was back when the store had a soul,… Continue reading Nemesis
Writers Club
“Is she going to be there?” I asked Chanel as I walked through the halls. She looked up at me and smiled. “She will be. Jammy will be there. They will all be there, even the ones that haven’t met you before. Writers Club will be a full house.” She hugged me and walked away.… Continue reading Writers Club
Walleye
When Teddy walked out of my life, it sent me into shock. I was 17, still in high school and on the fringe. Teddy had been the coolest person I knew. He legitimized me as a person worth knowing, and with him gone, I was lost. He had walked up to me in the hall,… Continue reading Walleye
The Man on the Bridge
There were about seven of us that night. Chanel, Katty, Walleye, Jammy, Ty, and Harvard had brought me to the bridge, to let the night envelop us and to get away. Back then we just parked on the bridge itself, blocking traffic and not caring a bit about it. The door to Harvard’s car was… Continue reading The Man on the Bridge
The Sacrifice
I love you and I can’t live without you. I love you and I can’t live without you. I love you and I can’t live without you. On and on, I had done this one time before. When I was in fourth grade, I had written I hate Dan Demit over and over again. He… Continue reading The Sacrifice
Black Bones
I won’t say it called out to me, more like it was waiting. So close to my sacred bridge, shrouded in darkness, and patient, it sat calculating what it was going to get from me. It had a rage I had never seen in a structure before. It had a kind of horror that is… Continue reading Black Bones
