Shortprose Stories

reflecting upon the imperfections of my experience with human connection.

A short piece from my writing process.

A collection of poetry and prose written in isolation. Here is a glimpse into my life in quarantine.

Envy doesn't always want what you have. Sometimes, it just wants peace. These stories don't scream. They whisper. They sit quietly in your chest and breathe hurt into the silence. If you've ever been broken, you'll recognize the pieces.

life is a double edged sword

feelings change with the weather

An attempt to resurface from the drowning infinity of what we spell to be LOVE.

This is a short prose. I made it for a race. The theme was I like/I don't like.

Bleeding out alone on icy pavement might be the best way to go.

"the other woman will never have his love to keep." -lana del rey

ocean blue eyes

"Here I opened wide the door;-Darkness there and nothing more." - Edgar Allen Poe

"so desirable under moonlight but not worth keeping in the sunshine."

Short story of unrequited love.

eyes like a sunrise

I would like for you to sit back relax and read over a collection of Short Stories and Poetic Prose that I have written. Most stories are 500 words or less. I will add more stories from time to time. The picture on the cover was taken and edited by me and is my property.

Short prose in English about a girl who was afraid of change, but who eventually learned to be open and take everything as an opportunity.

Craving a love beyond duty? Shed the armor, feel the sun, and breathe in freedom. This heartfelt prose whispers of a woman yearning for a love that sees her soul, not her burdens. Share her journey of vulnerability, trust, and the intoxicating whisper of true connection. Will she find the arms that cradle both body and spirit? Discover her song, her prayer, and the love that lets her simply be, beautifully, her.

One Shot. Sherlock's struggles to write music for John and Mary's wedding, despite the (generally uninvited) insights of his friends. With added snide comments from John because... it's John.

A letter thought of at midnight in a feverish mind, written and edited in the daytime whilst sober.