A writer who tries to explores the human heart, as passionately as possible.
Any criticism or advice would be greatly appreciated!
Stories
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Kristin
As soon as the announcement was make, Kristin didn’t know whether to cry or grin eagerly. So she squirmed in her seat, dreading the next few weeks. She expected not to be asked out (who wants a girlfriend smarter than themselves?) and yet she kin...
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Lucy (Reader)
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Count the Shadows
The creature in my room never sleeps; he waits, he whispers, and he plots.
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Take Off
I bought my ticket to Melbourne, and waited for my flight for three hours. By then I had re-applied my make-up, dried my hair, and composed my face, until it was plastered into a dazed, confused yet persistent expression. With an hour to go, I began li...
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Missed Opportunity
A cab pulled over after a minute, to my drenched figure. I hesitated before opening the door, and glanced over my shoulder. My flimsy blue dress clung to my body, as did my hair to my forehead. My eyeliner smudged and tricked down my cheek. For some hi...
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White Wedding
“So… this is it?” I glued my glistening eyes to the teaspoon that balanced on the edge of my empty saucer. Since picking up the antique china cup, I hadn’t been able to remove it from my rigid grip. “It doesn’t have ...
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From Kristin to Juan
Kristin bit her lip anxiously, before scribbling a note on spare lined paper. Dear Juan, I know we don’t know each other well, but I need to ask you something. This is a little embarrassing to admit, but I’m finding Spanish a bit difficult....
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Une Histoire Qui Tombe À L'Eau
C’était sept heures du soir, une samedi d’automne, quand je préparais ton diner. “T’a fais quoi, ce matin?” je t’ai demandé avec une voie innocente. “Riens de particulier,” tu as répondu. “JR...
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Election Day
“Yes, I just dropped off the kids… I know what day today is, Tim… OK, bye,” Kristin hung up her mobile, a little guilty. This day always made her edgy. It wasn’t her husband’s fault. She drove her Land Rover down to ...
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Curiosity Killed the Cat
Strands of short brown hair floated about the summer wind, deranging Cora’s neat, straight bob. Her fringe also flailed about annoyingly, but Cora didn’t regret her decision. She had always wanted to know what it felt like to have short hai...
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Kristin Stuart in 25 Years
Early submission Oh, Mrs Bishop, do you even have to ask? By the time I’m 39, I’m hoping my political career will be flourishing. Most people think I just want to be a brainiac, and its true, I like being smart, but I want to make a differe...
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Freedom
Fluorescent lights. Blasting speakers. Don’t speak. Just dance, drink and look sexy.
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All's Fair In War
The stench of sweat was draped heavily across the battlefield, due to the stifling heat. I seemed to be the only warrior shaking in my faux leather boots with unquenchable fear. Yet I did not flee, and intended to live out this hellish war. The much an...
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Desk #1: Kristin Stuart
Squirming in her seat as if she has some bladder control issues, Kristin’s arm shot up so fast it hurt. She rolled her eyes as Mr Dobbins pretended to think about which student to pick. It wasn’t as if anyone else bothered using their brain...
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Open Wide
“Come sit in the chair, Andy. Dr Peele will be here shortly,” an assistant with short bleached hair and a nose ring informed the lanky teenager, standing awkwardly in the corner of the room. “I don’t want to,” Andy whined ...
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On Call at the Hospital
“Dr Dow!” Jenny squealed. “You’re needed in emergency room 204.” Her blonde curls bounced about her petite shoulders as she bobbed beside me. I rubbed my eyes before replying. “I’m aware of that, Jenny. HowR...
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The Passion That Overcame Reason
The first day of Summer was uncomfortably sticky, drenching the courtroom in sweat. The judge’s bald head would have been shining, even in the dimly lit room, if it weren’t for his elaborate wig. “The jury has come to a verdict,”...
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You're Not Sorry
While wandering around my apartment, clustered with useless junk, I remember our first fight, appropriately in first grade. “You stole my last strawberry!” I had accused you, along with your innocent blueberry eyes. “I… I didn&#...
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15 Words Part 11
It was her. She looked just like her mother. Same nail polish, same dehydrated spirit.
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As Time Goes By
My spidery fingers kneaded into the faded ivory keys, finally attaining soft yet melodious chords, practically silencing my left hand. Sprawled into various positions, my fingers gradually grew louder at one of my favourite points in the piece. A kiss ...
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Encounters at a Beach
Grains of supple sand, caught in between my toes and spilled across my heel, seemed of an endless supply at Tourmaline Beach. I stretched my legs before me, settling into my blue and red striped beach chair. Marcel Pagnol’s works, in his own tong...
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Never Break Tradition
This was the first New Year’s I had ever spent without my parents. We would always go down to the beach at ten to twelve, a packet of Smith’s chips and a bottle of Kirk’s creaming soda tucked under our arms. Sometimes we would see dru...
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Volcano Day
Brilliant smoking lava gurgled from the highest point of what we thought was simply a colossal mountain of rocks. Crusts of stone flew in every direction, impossible to dodge. A magnificent flow of lava spilled onto our city at a terrifying speed. The ...
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Murderess
“Good evening, Alan,” I greeted my husband as I sauntered into our bedroom. I could already see beads of sweat forming at his brow. I tended to have that effect on him. “You would never believe who I ran into this morning,” I be...
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The Wrath of the Envious Lover
With clenched fists and pitchforks waved madly about her front gate, Anne was forced to sneaking out of her house in secrecy. Her face covered by her father’s old cloak, she wept silently without cease. Beth had always been envious of her, but to...
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Check Out
Your scent still lingers on the sea foam sheets, amongst the scattered rose petals and off-white pillow. If I close my eyes and lean back, I can still remember every detail of last night. I check the Cartier gold watch you gave me as a second anniversa...
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Fast Flash
At the beginning, only tiny beads of rain fell onto our bare shoulders as we danced slowly in the school courtyard. You and I had both agreed that the music in the hall was too loud, so we enjoyed the prom from a distance. You pressed me closer as the ...
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The Joys Of Selling Soft Drinks
Students mill around me, old and young alike, a massive blur of navy blue and grey with outstretched hands. I struggle to take their grimy coins that no longer shine in the sunlight, while handing them soda cans dripping in moisture that was once ice c...
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{Utopia} (The_Dark_Hillbilly)
This author was the first person to sequel one of my stories. For the month that I have joined, he has always provided sensible, deep and often humorous comments. His stories also vary in genre, though they are mostly science fiction. The Dark Hillbill...
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Untimely Separation
“Can you moor the boat?” Sally asked me as she daintily hopped out of our sailboat onto the wooden dock. As she landed onto the panels of wood, she skidded, and grasped automatically at her stomach. “You should be more careful, Sal, t...
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