Jc Martinez
Stories (8/0)
Letter to my self
Dear past self Everything that we were worried about has gone away. We are in a better place now. If I saw you I probably wouldn’t recognize you. My smile is brighter. It’s actually genuinely now. Not like that fake one I had to wear for so long. The journey was hard but needed. I am now a better person because of it.
By Jc Martinez11 months ago in Poets
The weeping walls
If walls could talk everything would be so much easier. The words that they would say would almost be unbelievable. These walls have seen more than they can handle. Long ago I was painted white. Each time there was a new family they all painted me another color.
By Jc Martinezabout a year ago in Fiction
How my life was ruined
What comes to your mind when you think of love ? Is it two people who can’t keep their hands off of each other ? While that’s how it started for me. It would soon be the worse experience of my life. I met my ex Stevie a year ago. It is because of her , that this has felt like the longest year of my life. At the beginning it was all passion. She quickly became more and more possessive.
By Jc Martinezabout a year ago in Fiction
Alone in the abyss
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. This is what I had to keep telling myself. To make sure that I didn't go insane. I had a team. Now it's just me by myself out here. This isn't a sob story about how I lost them. It's a warning for anyone thinking about coming to space. Don't do it. Do anything you can to make sure you stay far away from here.
By Jc Martinez2 years ago in Fiction
Car full of strangers
Tiffany wakes up confused. The last thing she remembers was going to bed in her apartment. Somehow she ended up on a train. She doesn’t know where she is going. She says to herself that she was probably sleepwalking again. She turns her head and sees a man sitting next to her. He looks familiar but she can’t remember where she saw him.
By Jc Martinez2 years ago in Fiction
Car full of strangers
Tiffany wakes up confused. The last thing she remembers was going to bed in her apartment. Somehow she ended up on a train. She doesn’t know where she is going. She says to herself that she was probably sleepwalking again. She turns her head and sees a man sitting next to her. He looks familiar but she can’t remember where she saw him.
By Jc Martinez2 years ago in Fiction