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Letting go (story) The darkness wraps around me. Each day is colder. Each day is a week without his warmth. Without his comments. Without his love. I close my eyes and try to remember the last time I saw him. I walk pass the park we used to have picnics. I walk past the ice cream parlor that we used to go to. I walk past the cemetery where he was buried. I continue to walk for a bit. I spot a flower stand on the corner of the street. The flowers look beautiful. I buy some so I can put them on his grave. I lay the flowers down on his grave. I stand there for a moment. I look down at the flower and think about all the times we spent together. I think about how we met. I think about how he would tease me and pick on me all the time. I think about all the times we stayed up until two in the morning talking. I think about how we fought and yelled. I think about all the fun we had. I think about how we always understood each other. I think about how I have to go on living without him. I remember all of these memories and all of these moments and all of these years that we shared together. I just keep thinking about how short life really is. I place the flowers down on his grave. I try to smile. It's hard to smile sometimes. I realized that I am no longer young. Time really flies. I realized I'm tired. I'm sick of being tired. And I'm sick of being sick. I force myself to smile because, even though he's gone, he still keeps me going. I know he's with me, and I know that he'll always be with me. I stand back up and wipe away the tears. I take one last look at his grave. I make a quick stop at the ice cream parlor to buy some ice cream. I know he'll love that. It'll make him happy. I drive home and I think about how I'm now a third of the way through my life. I think about all the things that I want to do, all the things I should do, and all the things that I need to do. I think about all the people I want to see, and all the people I don't want to see. I think about the people I love, and the people who don't deserve my love. It's now 3:00 AM and I'm sitting in my living room, watching a movie. It's a movie that always gets me into a good mood. It reminds me of something that happened a long time ago. A time when I still had innocence and optimism. It reminds me of when I was confident in myself and in my feelings. I needed to go back so I could let go.

Short horro-ish story There once was a boy who loved to eat apples. Let's call him Devin.  One day at school, his class spent the day making their customary Halloween Scarecrow. At lunch, he found that he had left his lunch at home, so while the rest of his class was eating a meal he was stuffing the scarecrow with wool. At recess, he asked a few students to help him with the scarecrow but they walked away with indifference. On the way home, he saw a big, bright red apple on a market stall. His stomach growled. He walked up to the man behind the stall and asked “How much for the apple?” The man looked confused for a moment then noticed what he was pointing at. “Oh, that. One gold piece and 3 silver coins.” Devin looked at him blankly. “Could I dissuade you to lower the price?” “Nope.” He looked up at him indignantly and pulled out a gold piece and 3 silver coins, then snatched the apple and walked away. He looked back as he walked and saw the man with an evil smile on his face. Breaking into a run, he rounded the corner and sat down, freaked out by what he saw. He shook it off, convincing himself that the owner was just crazy. He admired the apple for a second, then closed his eyes and bit into it. The apple was so sweet and crunchy, he wanted it to last forever. As the last bit of flavor died down, he swallowed and opened his eyes to take another bite. Instead of the white insides of an apple, he was greeted with a purple-reddish color. He touched it. It felt like the inside of a plum, except it was hot and oozing transparent liquid. Something on the opposite side of the apple brushed against his hand. He turned it around and looked into the beady eyes of an insect. The End.