Maya Jennings Martinez
Stories (4/0)
Welcome to Our Home
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The flames danced in the cool winter breeze as their light cast an ominous glow around the derelict room within. The man walked up to the door, which was barely accessible through a thick shroud of interweaving branches. He took out his hunting knife, carving his way in, treading upon a rotten mat that read: “Welcome to our home”.
By Maya Jennings Martinez2 years ago in Fiction
Perfectly Wrapped
Everybody looks forward to package day. In a community where we have found ourselves lacking in communication, or any form of psychological connection – package day is something that everyone collectively enjoys. The strangers who are your neighbours smile from afar; everyone holding the same, passive smile. The thing about real happiness, is that it’s yours. When happiness is shared, you experience contentment: a part of a wedge that completes a circle. On package day, everyone experiences true happiness; everyone is their own full circle; everybody is deaf to sadness; all the circles become one… and we experience real, ethereal happiness. My family received a package that day. A beautiful, monotonous package, wrapped in brown paper. It was perfect. And it changed our lives forever.
By Maya Jennings Martinez2 years ago in Fiction
Reincarnation
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Though you might wonder where I actually live. Do I float through the ventricles of the heart? Swim through the vessels of blood? Or ride the electric waves of nerves that wiggle your toes and fingers? My secret hiding spot is in your energy. The intangible heat and radiation that ignites your very ability to be – exciting your electrons and powering your muscles, slowly working my way up to splash around in the glimmering lake of the iris to take a peek at the world outside of my confined home.
By Maya Jennings Martinez3 years ago in Fiction