Short stories

I am swamped, so a little writing therapy is in order. But hey, you get some juicy deets about my next big project :)

Forced away from your home,
you find yourself meandering on this dreadful night.
As hunger ravishes you from the inside and hope dims like the sun’s light,
you find an ominous and dark castle beckoning you.
What you’ll find is twisted, not twisted from its sinister nature,
but by people’s perception and terror of the unknown.
And that very unknown they fear will be your saving grace;
a dark angel in the night…

A small town plagued by a mysterious artist whose paintings kills
descends into madness in this one-page story starting off a mystery
that the mind can’t comprehend.

An inconspicuous red phone rings out,
Would you pick it up?
Well, whatever you choose doesn’t matter,
because this isn’t your story,
nor is it the beginning of one…
I’d say this is the beginning of the end,
yet that’s a lie as well.
Whatever answers you're looking for,
that phone has it…
It's time to pick up.

Rising tensions in America threaten to create an all-out alien war with creatures that could be anyone.
This is starkly contrasted with the events unfolding in Germany, the Prism residing their wish for peace and prosperity with the humans by their sides.
Yet a rouge figure lies unawaken, awaiting their moment to strike and change history in one swift motion.
As the Prisms unfold into societal chaos, somebody will stand the victor, yet those events remain unseen…
Stay on watch, for another Prism may arrive at your door with a new tale to piece together this story.

All of this fighting, making points, trying to make something…
It's tiring, and I wish I didn’t have to.
But I do this for you. I know there are people out there who need help.
People are trapped in the dark, begging for any form of freedom.
I don’t want to make art for the sake of changing the world.
But for the sake of making you happy.
So, I just wanted to let you know you're beautiful, even if you don’t believe it.

One late night, one fateful accident, and one unforeseen consequence.
The culmination of a twisted fate, where death is escaped yet is later yearned for.
You break out of the confines of your own mind and enter a new prison.
It's metal, foreign, and shaped like a prism.
This is your fate, and this new life of yours is for you to keep.
So, forget about the past because whether you like it or not, it's permanent...

My life is like a rollercoaster, we start with the summer blues and transition into my birthday.
They say things get worse before they get better and I believe it.
But my life gets worse, then better, and back to being worse.
And in this trilogy, you’ll experience a mini-coaster going through my mini quarter-life crisis.
So let’s transition through my mind, from ideas to emotions.
Hate, despair, and happiness coiled into one neat story.

I’m tired of this worthless country; the only free thing is its call for violence.
America was never great, and it only plummets deeper into hell.
I won’t let propaganda sway my mind; I’ve decided.
Today, this story marks history. It marks it as the day I am no longer American.
But, a radical for good because I don’t care about this shit-eating country; I care about the people.
I’m tired of useless wars, racism, and all the phobic behavior,
the cult that is neo-conservatism and the broken law that fails everyone.
I’m done. But it's not time to burn everything down, it’s time to yell, time to shout,
time to be mad with your voice, not your body; violence is not the answer. We are.

Let's peer into uncharted territory; let's be “Soulmantic”.
Humans are complex creatures, and the realms of Platonic and Romantic are restrictive.
There is so much to love; it can't be bound by society's rules, and that’s why I’m here.
To break open our flawed rules and reveal a new treasure…
Soulmanticy

Citrusy blood spurts out, perspective is questioned, and time changes forever.
Mindless violence turns into thoughtful rebirthing as everyone falls apart.
Forget atoms paused indefinitely burst into action as its host is ripped apart.
The burnout that climaxed months ago rejuvenated into fruitful violence and questioning.
This is…
OPERATION: BAnaNA (Citrus V. Writer)

An untold growth buried away in an old, late 1800s house has untold power.
Fame and destruction… Or even worse -- corruption….
Watch an innocent fungi-euthenist turn to the worst – there is no turning back…
The Rats their – their inf—
Poor Janice…

Words are meaningless in the grand scheme of things,
yet they hold great power over one's head.
Still, actions speak louder and hold more truth
And within those actions, love shines the brightest…
So don’t look back. We are leaving the hell hole of a town.

My Mother Is The Best!
She Always Keeps Me Fed And Happy!
But She's Been Drinking This Yucky Juice!
And She Gets Really Angry At Me...
What Did I Do Wrong?
I Just Want Mommy To Be Happy!

Each page a new perspective,
each a sad case of humans falling.
But together they outline the many outcomes of our faults; hate

Love can take you many directions, where too?
That's for you to decide...
Go on, discover every inch of this long tale, from the bad, the good, and ugly...
The future is for you to decide,
the blood and tears are on your hands; choose wisely...

Monoliths stand before I
Yet I do not fear
My will is immeasurable
And my perseverance is uncanny
I shall topple the titans of today

In the back of my mind there's a constant feeling of pensive loneliness
A feeling that sometimes escapes my grasp and runs a muck
Still, you can't only bury your subconscious for long...

Understanding Is Key To Survival
How Do You Understand The Illogical Nature That Just Killed Your Friend?
Somethings Are Better Left Unsaid...

A Hot Dinner Can Remedy A Hard Days Of Work
Your True Love Can Remedy A Hard Days Of Work
The --
Raina? You Alright?

Unveil The Curtain...
What Do You See?
Frozen Yet Free...
Living In Uncertainty

A Small Town That Nobody Would Miss Is Plagued By Something...
Snatching Up Innocent Towns Folk And Never Seeing Them Again...
So, A Man Stands Forth -- Though, Not To Be A Hero...
But To Be Remembered For Something Other Than His Family's Defunct Linage
The "Misery Bomber"

Clashing Existences And Clashing Minds Create A New Being, One With The Power Of Love...
Yet, The Making Of Such Being Has Emptied The World...
How Does One Love When Everyone Is Dead?
And How Far Can Your Ignorance Take You?

A wartorn city decimated by an unnatural and wrathfully manic force beckons another challenger.
This one is unlike the rest, one who could topple this goliath.
A battle of the Titans...
Man VS M.O.O.N

Sometimes life steers you into new and undiscovered territories
Sometimes, that discovery is a space goddess who gives her power to you
Sometimes you just want to make a cult
Sometimes you've felt like you've been in this place before...
Sometimes you've felt like you... b-been in this place before...
S-Sometimes, you've realize your life has been -- altered

A mysterious killer plagues a small town
How do they keep slipping by without being noticed?
Some say they are not human...
Maybe it's a demon -- or a curse...
How about you come up with your own conclusions?
Down this dark, short, and twisty path

A battle of minds, you or the hoard?
Millions of people are in your hands and they don't even know it...
Can you last long enough for rescue?
Or is it just a hopeless battle?
Forget who you are...

A highly skilled merc has grown bored, he's done it all, time for some spice...
In this cyberpunk world, his new mission raises some bells, but he's hoping for a challenge...
Today's new look? Silent Extinction...
Now go forth, plant some explosives, and make a daring "escape"
Everything changes when you look at it in a different light
Friends And Enemies
One In The Same?
Are You The Same?

Another One Falls, Another One Gone... Nobody Could Stop There Destructive Habits...

A Flash Fiction Story About The Vitriol Love And Hatred From A Burnt Man Trying To Escape His Limbo As He Reminiscences On The Women Who Ate His Heart.