Short Story

it’s not so bad when you’re around

He looked pathetic: a peach yoghurt on his right hand, eyes staring blankly to his blindingly bright laptop screen, sitting in the middle of a dimly lit bedroom, in his sweatshirt adorned by buffalo wings sauce drippings and disgusting beer stains.

Easier like this

There are many questionable choices he’s made in his life, but in this moment, nothing has ever felt more ill-timed.

His head is still halfway in the toilet bowl.

“Asshole,” the voice calls out again. He can hear a pair of heels clacking against…

murphy’s law (pt. 3)

Pa, 30 seconds after the call

Supposedly there are a thousand thoughts running through his head at the moment. One would be which daughter is it? The second would be but there’s no way she still has us on speed dial? Also, where the hell is Ma? Obviously, this is an…

Shirts, mugs, and toothbrushes

What do I do with these?

When the guests left, I can breathe. After all, their words are a jumbled mess: whispers I barely listen to, an outpour of grievances and hopes that I can stay strong, and the worst questions of how did it…

Of songs and stories

The first song is how truly unimpressive we first met, and how I couldn’t have imagined of the profound and lasting impact you’d have on…