I have a degree in English Lit and I'm currently attending University of Hawaii to further my education. I have been published in several magazines & local newspapers. I am an aspiring horror author. I write poems, short stories & novels.
Alice Adaptation Part One
The animated walls seemed to shift and blend together as her cart raced down the invisible tracks. Her heart pumped in her chest and she started to shake as sweat built up around her temples. The mangled, warped cartoons danced and sang her off as the tracks ended and dropped her down into a dark pit.
Alice Adaptation Part 3
After ten minutes on the bus her ear perked up when the driver announced that University was their next stop. She tried to think about where on campus she could possibly find the Knave and why she hadn’t seen him there before. Alice gathered up her notebook and Cheetos before exiting the bus. This time no one seemed to notice her at all.
She is Her Own Haunted House
The world is a shining, glittering movie of roses and sunshine. Beautiful music of hopes and dreams playing in the background like a welcoming theme song. The girls wear golden summer dresses while the boys wear salmon shorts and laugh over their shots of vodka. Everyone eats ice cream with sprinkles and smiles with their bikinis and surfboards. They pray over their meals and drink orange juice with their eggs and bacon made into a smily face. The birds feel free to fly and sing everywhere. It’s like a summer breezing 'musical of an after school special. Everything is open and fresh, people walk down the streets without a care in the world, saying hello to every neighbor they meet. It’s full of small talk and polite greetings. There are tiny dogs in purses and little poodles with perfect perms and ribbons. The world is painted with floral and pastel colors and all of it makes me sick.
The cherry's dripped a crimson red, scattering red like droplets of blood through the crisp green trees. The branches swayed lightly in the breeze. The dance seemed almost arrogant as if they knew how beautiful they truly were. The pale sunlight lazily opened her eyes through the cluttering of clouds creating a slight glisten on the cherries. They shone like murderous rubies in the light.
Frozen Water's Edge
Ice is like death: hauntingly beautiful in its stillness. It’s quiet and spreads like a cancer through the earth. Even the wild bodies of water lay down at the feet of ice, and freeze to winter’s touch. ‘Be still’ it claims, forcing all things around it to suffocate in the silence it creates.
It started when I was a little girl. My mother used to put glitter on dollar bills that were from the tooth fairy under my pillow. She used to tell me the tooth fairy was a cousin to the sleep fairies that watched over me at night. When I got older I learned, she wasn’t entirely wrong.
The early morning sun poured into the small office lighting up the room. The smell of freshly printed papers and burnt coffee filled the small space. Men and woman dressed in their daily routine walked through the from lobby, clutching their liquid caffeine. John stood at the front in the lobby staring out into the world beyond trying to wake up enough to focus on the computer screen in front of him. He took a long sip from his coffee and tried to remind himself he had work to do.
“You know that’s the funny thing about the mind: it can hide things, bury things and make them near impossible to find - even for you. But you can never erase things or delete things, the memories, experiences and ideas are there forever. It’s the most advanced and efficient steel trap. All you need is the right tool to bring it out.” She peered over the woman with a wicked smile and started the drill. The older woman shook against her restraints in vain and let a single tear escape from her stone face.
Rage Against The Machines
Sitting in the dirt inside of a cave on the hiking trail up the street from my old house I’m happy to not be alone but still saddened by my current reality. I sigh and roll my eyes now to think about the current situation of my country and how it all started. It is so cliche, but in the end the machines turned against us. The creations we made out of arrogance for convenience grew to over power us. Though, I think the first mistake was thinking we could control them in the field. Pretending like we could give life to these machines and they wouldn’t eventually realize we were using and abusing them.