Jamie Martinez
Bio
Hello! I'm an amateur writer who emphasizes in exploring mental health and the absurdity of the universe. I'm obsessed with words and I love throwing them together to make sense of the senseless.
Stories (11/0)
The Knowing
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Swirling glittery auras scatter about the horizon like ghosts spiraling farther and farther into the distance. The sister of our daily sunset, midnight was an irresistible invitation to open up curtains, to step onto the rooftop, to pause on an evening stroll and look up at the sky. It was common for 8-year old Evelyn to see her neighbor on the balcony just one foot away from her own, out in her robe, crossing her arms with a cigarette stuck to her lips. She frequently had her salt and pepper hair up in a messy bun and wore brightly colored pajama pants that Evelyn thought to be notably expensive-looking in contrast to the weathered robe. While the neighbor gruffly gazed into the sky with seemingly no emotion, speckles of people on their rooftops swarmed together in awe of the earth. They all foolishly believed that this was a gift for them directly from the arms of the universe. But she knew, she always knew this was somehow meant for her.
By Jamie Martinezabout a year ago in Fiction
When Grief is Silent
It’s the end of the party when the last guest leaves and the door shuts behind them- the stillness of a room that was once full of movement and dishes clanging, music, chaos and conversations. All that’s left is the crumpled up napkins, the low humming of the fridge, chairs pressed together, all of the lights in the house on for no one.
By Jamie Martinezabout a year ago in Poets
Unwilling to be Unhurt
If walls could talk, maybe I could have saved them. They’ve never fought like this. I loved being their safe space for quietly sitting in bed reading- one occasionally leaning over to kiss the other’s hand or cheek. The softness they shared was a joy to witness and only seemed to grow until today. Even being a third party I objectively couldn’t tell what changed and it confused me deeply.
By Jamie Martinezabout a year ago in Fiction
