From Dawn until Nightfall

Here he crept from dawn until nightfall

Here was the place he once called home

But now no one knew him and no one cared

He was gone forever in their eyes

Yet he desperately tried to call out to them

"Here!" "I am still here!"

Silence

No one could hear him

No one would even try to listen

Each morning came and went

Each night felt endless and lonely

He wished he had done more with his time

Wished he had cherished every breathe he took

It was all gone now

And no one cared

About the man who use to live in a small cozy home

Who said hello to anyone who passed by

Who once gave out candy to little children

No one would remember

As he paced back and forth along the old forgotten home

He heard a creek, as if he weren't the ghost

But someone else was

There a little boy peered into the house

He seemed frightened, but determined

Slowly he came inside not even noticing the man who once lived there

He walked to the center of the room and there placed a few things

He looked around before quietly saying

"I will always remember you."

Then he left

The man then crept to the center of the room

He saw candy and his old cane he once had to use

In the cane was carved the words “We love you old man”

Then he knew he was not forgotten

The children still knew

Here he crept from dawn until nightfall

Here was the place he called home

And they knew him and they cared

He wasn't gone in their eyes

He could call out to them

They would hear

They would listen

To the ghost who lived in a small cozy home

Flash 1

Her Own Little World

She sat on the floor with a smile on her face, she was in her own little world where there was peace and happiness and she could become whatever she wanted. She looked at all her toys with joy in her heart, she felt as if they were alive and that she could tell them everything. Everything was good and everything felt happy. Suddenly a door slammed hard and it made her jump. "No," She cried, "Not today, please not today..." She opened the door to her room slightly and poked her small head out to see who it was this time. In the next room she saw her father and one of her sisters yelling at each other. She looked at her dad, his face red with fury and her sister, tears running down her face, but she had a look of hatred. She couldn't really understand what they were saying only that they were angry at each other. The feeling in the house felt strong and full of loathing, it was so strong it almost hurt to breathe, as if it were in the air like a poison. Her little body shook and tears came down her cheeks, she wished she could go back to her own world where she felt happiness. But how could she when the real world was at her door, making sure every moment of her small life would be torture and would be filled with pain? No explantions, no love, no family, only pain. 

An Old Man's View

The sound of a car honking and a tire rubbing against the road brought him back to the world. He quickly looked at the angry driver staring at him and crossed the street as quickly as his old legs would carry him. As he reached the bus stop he stared at the empty bench in front of him, a coldness came over him as if there was a violent wind pushing through him. The bench was black and cold and a little broken around the edges. He stared at the bench, feeling as if it too had gone through what he had. Finally he decided to sit on the bench and as he did he felt a twist in his chest, his heart beating fast; it was hard to breath. Suddenly he heard a loud woosh as the doors of the bus opened. He sat there staring at the doors. The bus driver looked at him and asked. "Are you getting on?" He said nothing, only looked at him and wondered how could he possibly not know? The bus driver then decided to leave him on the bench and drove away. He felt alone and lost, like the bus driver had left his life too. As if everyone would leave him now. He sat on the bench for hours, cold and helpless. He stared at the busy cars in front of him, wondering how life could go on. And as bus after bus came and went, he sank deeper into despair and grief.  

 

Flash Fiction

She walked around the room slowly and quietly. Like a ghostly figure, barely alive. There was no feeling in her chest anymore, just a numb pain that had been there for too long. Only moments ago she had been happy and ready for life. But suddenly, in a blink of an eye that all changed and she felt the pain come back. It had been gone she thought, but it came back from one simple person. Her feelings of not wanting to be came back and everything was not okay. 

 



Short Story Rough Draft

Weeping Table

It had been days since he last saw her, many nights had passed by and he wondered if she even thought of him as much as he thought of her. Their last meeting was not pleasant. It was meant to be a perfect day, but ended only in sadness. He hadn't meant to do what he did, it just happened and he had no control, it seemed as if he never had control...

 

For once he wished he could have been better, could have really been there like she had been there for him, but of course the little evil inside of him came out and took control of every action and decison he made. There was no stopping it once it came out, there was no way to stop it. He had already tried several times only to find himself making it worse. This evil tore him apart from so many, from the ones he cared about and even someone he thought he might love.

 

He walked back and forth across the room, shaking his head and clenching his fists. Suddenly he slammed his fist down hard onto the table next to him. It shook under his fist, as if it too were afraid of him, and as if it would also break. He looked at the table he had taken his anger on and saw all the people he had ever hurt, all the pain he caused. And for once he knelt down beside the table and wept. He wailed and shook and cried so hard that no sound came out. He looked at the table and begged for it's forgiveness. He hadn't meant what he had done,

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, so sorry..."

He continued to repeat it several times, looking at the table as if it were the girl he had hurt so badly. As if asking it for forgiveness would be the same as asking all the people he cared for, for their forgiveness.

 

All day and all night he knelt by the table and wept repeating the words of how sorry he was.  



Enchantments of her Voice

We all gathered around her closely, almost squeezing her too tightly as if something bad might happen if we couldn't all touch her. It was just beginning to get dark outside, the sky going from a dark blue to an even darker blue until it looked black. The only light coming from the lamps in the room put on a table in every corner of the room. The light from the lamps made the room seem like a dark yellow-ish color, not nearly as bright or beautiful as the light in the day time, but even still that light meant we were about to hear stories. My small little body felt a bolt of excitement and I sat up waiting for my Grandma to finally read to us.

Before she opened her book I glanced at my closest cousin sitting next to me and she looked back at me. Both of us smiled, excited to be where we were. Suddenly I heard the turn of a page and the sound of my Grandma clearing her throat. She was about to begin. As soon as she said the first word I felt myself caught in her voice, like an enchantment had come upon me. Nothing else mattered but this moment with my Grandma and my cousins. She read what she almost always read to us. The book called, "You Are Special." Each time she said the words from that book I felt as if they were meant for me, and in those moments of hearing my Grandma read I truly felt special. Her voice was soft and comforting and you couldn't help but feel the warmness and love in her voice. As she read, it kept spreading like a bird spreads its wings. Reaching farther and farther until the feeling took over.