I never had company until I got sick. Then people started showing up. Wondering how I was doing. How I was feeling. They were so sorry. On and on.
I had been alone for years. I liked it. I didn’t mind.
Why couldn’t they see me before I got sick?
Jody loves the mystery of the human mind and what makes a person tick. Sometimes she wishes that she didn’t know.
I once watched a momma bird feed her babies. She returned again and again with a worm for their waiting beaks.
As the babies got bigger, their number decreased: four, three, two, one.
And when the nest was empty, the robin sat holding the worm, no longer valuable or necessary.
Sue Silva is a freelance writer who lives in Ontario, Canada.
On Saturdays I dusted off the week’s work from my overalls, scraped together my quarter’s worth of change, and raced to the theater. In that dusty room, my laugh and smile awaited me.
As the projection light dissipated, I clenched my eyes shut, unable to watch my friends dissolve away.
Jason wanted to write something. He wanted his imagination to be involved. Inspiration was elusive and hard for him to wield and mold into something meaningful. Some silence and peace of mind were all he needed for this. Jason finds it strange that his writing reflects more emotion than he ever feels in life.
Gonna lay away my fishin’ pole today. Life’s a dream and death an awakenin’, they say.
Well she’s gone and it’s too hot and I’m awake, alone here in these mosquitoes and weeds. This’s a quiet spot, but quiet don’t meet my needs.
Gonna lay away my fishin’ pole today.
Christian Linville is a native Oklahoman living in the western desert. His other work has appeared in Corium Magazine.
He would watch from the balcony. He could see the deep, blue ocean and mystical creatures living deep below.
None of the creatures really liked him. No one liked him. He was all alone, with no one to talk to.
All he felt was emptiness.
“Help me,” he whispered quietly.
Lauren Kelly wrote this story.
The beast resided under the bridge that was his captive,
Destined to frighten all who passed.
He longed to feel the warmth of another creature besides the blindingly beautiful sun and dance with someone other than the cold bitter wind.
Footsteps sounded from above his home.
His roar was heard.
Holly Coombs is a high school student with a passion for writing and an opportunity to share it.
Fabio stands by the punch bowl, the loud bass pounding in his ears. Lillian is on the other side of the room laughing loudly at Sebastian’s jokes. His heart twists with sadness. She will never notice him.
A silent tear slips down his cheek into the punch. Now it’s salty.
Jessica Larsen has been teaching Language Arts to middle school students for eight years. She met her husband while waiting in line at the post office. In her spare time, she loves to write stories, run, and go to movies by herself.
He knew it was a blessing to be special, to stand out, but sometimes it could be very isolating. Though surrounded by a sea of people, he felt alone, like a cabbage in a field of lettuce.
Plus this old Ukrainian lady kept trying to make soup out of him.
This story is based on a title suggested by @KatieInTheAttic.