I visit sometimes when the sun goes down.
I expect to find you in your room, curled under your blankets, a half-empty bottle of beer next to your head.
Instead, you’re away. Laughing. Drinking, yes, but with friends.
The truth hits like a train.
You’re happier now that I’m dead.
Ellie Stewart is 17 and lives in Utah, but neither of those things will last for much longer. She will move to the Pacific Northwest one day and continue writing short stories, poems, and eventually a novel, surrounded by fish tanks and house plants.
Ouch!! Very well done Ellie
That’s a fantastic story; loved the spin it took at the end.
Well done Ellie. Good word choice, description of scene and ending twist.
You made effective use of your 50 words. Precise and chilling. I look forward to your future works!
K. O. punch of an ending Good job.
Very well written indeed! You’ve got a future of writing in front of you!