Fiction

When Johnny first put that seed in the ground, when he first covered it with soil and gave it water, he had no idea how big it would become.

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The child runs and runs through the suffocating night, looking for a place to hide, anywhere, just somewhere safe. There were two others with this child, but they were all taken. The child crouches in a small abandoned shack, shaking.

Note: This is an excerpt of a play I may or may not write to the fullest. It's just to get a grasp of what the play would look like, so you might see more of it. Or you might not. Enjoy anyway!

A penny from a young girl with pigtails and a toothy grin, a dime from a poet in a baseball cap, and a quarter from an elderly lady on her morning stroll.

like shifting shadows moving across walls and space

I constantly reflect everything and everyone

daydreamers like to envision a new world

one where every cog in the machine does its job

we get tired of being the mirror

Every Monday,

After school,

Papa brings all of us;

Hazel

Lila

Rowan

Baby Arlo (who’s actually three by now)

And me

Chapter 6: Josh

Chapter 5: Em

In the dusk, winds blow, rustling the tree branches upon the trees. A forest opens into a wide field eventually leading to a small farm in a small town. But this town doesn't show up in this story. At least, not yet.

every day they look themself in the mirror. i should be better. nobody tells them they're great. nobody cares to tell them how amazing they are. they fall asleep crying. they plaster a fake smile in the day. always. happy.

One very nice afternoon I went on a walk through the swampy wet woods to see the very pretty and soothing river flow on my way there I met this very cute and nice rabbit she said her name was Synthia, Synthia had walked with me to the river to wat