300 Word Story

One Way Ticket
The crispy gold, yellow and orange leaves crunch under their feet as the two of them walk down the long sidewalk of the cemetery back to the limousine that they had come to the funeral in. She couldn’t be more than nineteen and he was only four. It was only the two of them now. She would take care of him like she had promised her parents.
They were not the last to leave the cemetery but she would not sit there and watch a bunch of people that didn’t deserve to cry over her parents’ death doing just that. As they entered the limousine their aunt called out for them to wait, she ignored and they started to pull away. Nobody could possibly know what she was feeling right now, and it wasn’t even herself that she felt sorry for, it was him. What if she wasn’t making the right choice? What if it is worse to take him away from this?
Their bags were already in the trunk so they didn’t need to go back to the house condemned with memories. She had not told a soul where they were going, or that they were going anywhere for that matter. She didn’t want any of them to be able to find her. They would try to take him away if they knew.
As the car pulled up to their destination her stomach churned. They got out of the car and walked through the glass doors of the airport. Stopping at a bench to set the small bag that she carried to get the passports she felt him tug on her hand that she had been holding his in tightly.
“Where are we going?” he asked his voice so innocent.
“Away love, just away.”
She picked him up and as she briskly walked them to the gate he fell asleep on her shoulder. He was the love of her life and she would take him away from this place. Still dressed in their funeral clothes they boarded the plane, never to return.

55 word story

The Disease
He has a problem. Nobody asks about the bruises she has. The entire town knows. He’s sick, and she’s there. On the inside she screams, but outside she is calm, a pond without even a ripple. What can she do but sit and wait for the sun to rise on a new day.

Boy

It started with you,
But another captured your soul,

It ends with him,
Electric,
Blood running through my veins with sparks,
Lungs suck in his breathe,
Lump in chest pumps for him,

No roses,
No blue,
No sweetness,
No you.

Should have but Didn't

I envy you,
I support you,
I wish the best for you,
I pray for you,

You're my hero,
You're amazing,
You're a good person,
You're going to be fine,

I love you,
I miss you,
Hello,
Goodbye,

The things I should have said.

Cliche Love Poem

In the beginning it was you and me,
But you chose another fish in the sea,

Then fate brought him and I together,
Love at first sight,
We live for each other,

And then you spoke those three small words,
I breathe him not you,
I can't live without him,

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
But it's not me...it's you.

Obsessions

One, two, three, four, five,
One, two, three, four, five,

Over and over again in your head,
Doesn't pause,
Doesn't quiet,

One, two, three, four, five,
One, two, three, four, five,

Can't be explained,
Can't be understood,
A constant state of numbers,
A constant state of repetition,

One, two, three, four, five,
One, two, three, four, five,

Lonely heart,
Lonely sounds,
Nothing but numbers.



1. What can I do to make this better?
2. Do you understand what its about?

Life is Harder than it seems

This is still a work in progress.

SETTING: This is set in a normal high school cafeteria.

COURTNEY

I thought moving into the cities would be easier. I thought it would just give me a little emotional break before going off to college. But this is worse than being in the middle of nowhere where there are a total of eight black kids in the entire school and all of the white kids hate them.

BRANDON

What’s the big deal Courtney…you take offence to being told you’re pretty?

COURTNEY

No not that, it’s the way they do it.

BRANDON

Well what do they say that’s so bad?

(As he asks she tunes out for a moment and has flash backs to the voices that harass her in the hallways everyday like clock work)

GANGTERS

Hey baby….oh I’d like to tap that…what’s that glare for baby….etc.

COURTNEY

STOOOOOOOOOOOOP!

(One single spot light on Courtney, everything else is silent and still)

COURTNEY

I’m not racists. I have friends from all different backgrounds, but when kids are walking around with their pants down to their ankles, doing drugs and bringing guns to school how am I supposed to feel? My friends claim to be racist, but I tell them its not racism if its only about the way they are acting and not because of the color of their skin…if a white kid were to act the same way none of us would like or respect him either.

GANGSTER #2

Hey baby whatchyou doin’ later?

(She snaps out of her silence and realizes she is in the real world again)

BRANDON

COURTNEY! Are you even listening?! I said you just need to get over it and move on, this will happen no matter where you go and you just need to get past it.

COURTNEY

I shouldn’t have to get used to being harassed everyday!

BRANDON

Well if you don’t like it then do something about it.

COURTNEY

How am I supposed to change the world…I’m just one person.

BRANDON

You don’t have to change the world Courtney, just spread how you feel and let the people that don’t think its wrong to do what they are doing know that its not okay.

COURTNEY

Yeah; I guess you’re right.

BRANDON

Alright whatever I’m out. Text me later if you can.

(Courtney is again distracted by her own thoughts)

COURTNEY

Yeah….I’ll talk to you later.

(A girl sitting close to the lunch table who seems to have been ease dropping comes up to Courtney, obviously looking for trouble)

GIRL

I heard you don’t like black people—

COURTNEY

No I’m just—

GIRL

Don’t cut me off! Who do you think you are you little half-breed!

(The random girl pauses and seems to be calming herself down)

GIRL

I’m just saying, you best be watching your back….we’ll be watching.

(The girl points to a table full of people dressed in Baby Phat, and Ecko)

COURTNEY

Yeah…I understand.

GIRL

GOOD.

(The girl makes a threatening gesture with her body and again there is nothing but a spot light on Courtney)

COURTNEY

I fear for my safety every time I walks here. This is not a safe place! Every time I walk down the halls here and the boys yell things to me they have girls hanging on them. THEY SAY THESE THINGS IN FRONT OF THE GIRLS THAT THEY ARE IN RELATIONSHIPS WITH! Do you know what these girls are thinking when their boyfriends say things to other girls, like ME.

(As she stands there voices again come from off stage)

GIRLFRIENDS

Stupid whore…Who does she think she is…She better watch herself…I could totally beat her down…etc.

COURTNEY

(In a whispered voice) I can’t do this anymore.

(The voices fade away…the lights fade away and a loud bang is heard…light come back up)

RANDOM PEOPLE

OH MY GOD…NO IT CANT BE…HOW COULD THIS BE HAPPENING…WHO WAS IT…IS ANYONE HURT…etc.

(People are running around all over the place scared because they don’t know what’s going on. And there is a young man lying on the floor lifeless)

COURTNEY

(She realizes who the young man is and can barely stand…she speaks in whispers again) Oh my god…(louder)…oh my god…(yelling now)…OH MY GOD! BRANDON!

(She falls to the ground by her dead friends side)

GIRL

(Just loud enough for Courtney to hear) I told you to watch your back you little half-breed. We own this school.