WHY.?!

To Camille.

i. hate. you. for. making. me. me. so. INSECURE... WHY ARE YOU PERFECT IN EVERY SINGLE WAY?!?!?! You're even better at having an eating disorder than I am. you are bulimic. you succeed. i'm only half anorexic. just like i can only half dance, get half as good as grades, be HALF AS GOOD at everything that you are good at. WHY?????????? It isn't fair why you get everything while I get nothing. You are ruining my life. Can't I just have one of your talents? no. you get it all. you even write better than me, and that is the best thing i can do. I HATE YOU!!!!

Whispers

Never
Good enough
I'm too fat
get better grades
why do I try?
Too Short
not tall
Never been kissed
My boobs are too small
Clothes are ugly--
Nothing to Wear
no friends that care
Mean Girls That HATE
boyfriends won't wait
they. tell. me.
I'm too skinny
lock me up
to fill my guts with disease
Never snows or rains
the Earth and i are melting
in the boiling pot of shame
Everyone stares, judging
people talk--
I DON'T LISTEN
they speak French when I speak Chinese
my life is a nightmare
With monsters to scare
When will I wake up?
no one hears my

whisper,


"listen, please"

Flash Fiction

I learned about flash fiction in my english class. It is writing a short story, but limiting it to about 250-750 words. Regular short stories are longer than 750 words. Hopefully you like this but I wrote it in about a half-hour and it was an assignment. It had to be on a modern problem. Here it is:

Today

He’s holding a rifle in his hands, this strange man. I thought I knew him, but I don’t, not anymore. He’s mad because I didn’t take the eggs from the chicken coop like he asked me to. But I didn’t want to and now he’s gone crazy. This happens to him a lot, with his anger on fire; he can never control it. I’m running behind the barn as he comes looking for me. I’m breathing hard but at the same time I’m not breathing at all.

“Come out, boy!” he snarls in his gruff voice. “Come out where I can see you. Don’t be a chicken.” He growls at the air around him, hoping I’m somewhere in it. This isn’t the same man I knew yesterday. Yesterday, when I came home from school and he pulled me into a huge bear hug. Yesterday, when we would play in mud puddles after the fresh rain had fallen. Yesterday, when he’d carry me on his shoulders up high and carry me around the house like a cowboy on his horse.

But yesterday’s gone because today he is a different man. Today he punches me in the face if I’m late leaving for school. Today he swears at me and says he wishes he’d never had a son like me. Today, he’s holding a rifle ready to kill me. I’m so young, but today I’m old. I can hear his footsteps coming closer and closer. I sneak around to the other side of the barn and run inside. The chickens are in here, clucking away as they see me. Don’t they know what’s going on? Chickens need to learn how to be quiet sometimes. Suddenly I hear the gigantic barn door slam, and I realize I forgot to close it. I turn around.

“Gotcha,” he says grinning. Yesterday, I was eating pancakes for breakfast; today, the last thing I see is his glaring face as I hear the shot fire and everything goes black.

Hope you enjoyed. Sorry, but its kind of depressing.

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This is a blog for me to post all my writing works whether they're short stories, chapters of books, or even essays. I'm displaying my writing through this website. Please feel free to give comments and tips on my writing. Anything is accepted, just nothing really mean and unnecessary. Thanks and happy reading.