Fiction

"hi." i say as i walk over to him. "hi." he said as he stared up at the sunset. "pretty, ain't it?" i nod. "looks like gold." he said.

we both sat down on the cement craning our necks up to the sky.

i ran under the outing by the bus stop,, the bus was late,, it was raining,, i was alone,, and i was cold.

The meeting room is filled with noise. People talking and laughing as they greet their friends. This is the first time I have ever been early for a meeting, and it’s not nearly as fulfilling as I anticipated.

 66 Days

It's been a long time since I have felt truly at ease with my friends

Since I've been able to laugh freely, smile easily, and be unapologetically myself

But now I have found people who make me feel accepted and celebrated

The fish are back. The first thing I see when I open my eyes is two of them fighting, hovering just below the popcorn ceiling. Well, that’s a development, at least. I yawn and rub the crustiness out of the corners of my eyes.

You walk down the hallway, suspicion on Your tongue. You remember it all, except You don't because Your memory is awful. 

Everything is capital R E D A C T E D. Redacted. Gone.

   “AELIA, Come back inside!” I shouted. I chase after her running into the rain. 

   “AELIA!” “AELIA!” Worrying, I run deeper into the woods. 

“ I have a story to tell you!” a voice says, you will lift up your head from your damp hands. An old man is smiling at you from the end of the bench, he sits politely as he clings to his walking stick.

The sun was setting, casting an amber glow over the street as I waited on the worn wooden bench at the bus stop. My eyes were drifting along the cracks in the pavement when I noticed someone sitting down beside me.

In Wraiths Academy, far from the embrace of the sun’s rays of warmth, shrouded in an impenetrable armor of bristling willows, there was a boy. A peculiar boy.

 As my classmates and I are dismissed from school, I decide to take the long way to my bus stop. For I have quite some thinking to do. I watch the birds fly. The squirrels scrambling for shelter as the howling wind picks up.