Stork Magazine Volume 35 page 74—Fall 2023
You take his hand and walk alone into the unkown.
Creative Writing
Stork Magazine Issue 34 page 44 (Spring 2023)
After all, they can offer so much more than I ever could. The only flavor I've ever been is vanilla.
Marching On | ABCtales
Filling me with an awful fright,
Still I continue through the door
The wind blows like the terrible cry
Of a man in pain, wanting to die.
I shake off the dread building within
And continue on my path of sin.
With a heavy hand and a heart so cold
I see the man whom I was told
Could stop us now and seal our fate,
So I set now, his death date.
Outside the window, he saw us there,
As we continued on, without a care
In the world as we raised hell
To the sound of a twelvefold bell.
He do
Still I continue through the door
The wind blows like the terrible cry
Of a man in pain, wanting to die.
I shake off the dread building within
And continue on my path of sin.
With a heavy hand and a heart so cold
I see the man whom I was told
Could stop us now and seal our fate,
So I set now, his death date.
Outside the window, he saw us there,
As we continued on, without a care
In the world as we raised hell
To the sound of a twelvefold bell.
He do
My Bad | ABCtales
For what I’ve done
Look away from the monster
For I didn’t see it
Who would have thought
That’s where it’d would be put
Look away from the monster
For I didn’t see it
Who would have thought
That’s where it’d would be put
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Park | ABCtales
A summer day, the sun beating down
On a small park.
Shiny, but not new.
A glimmer in the child’s eye at the beautiful sight
Of a small park.
Bright and promising.
Children play, but the teen hides away
From a small park.
Boring and dull.
The once child, now young adult, drives by,
Slowing as he passess a small park.
Longing but unreachable.
A winter day, the hidden sun casts darkness
On a small park.
Dark and oppressive.
The adult speeds by, glaring back
At a small par
On a small park.
Shiny, but not new.
A glimmer in the child’s eye at the beautiful sight
Of a small park.
Bright and promising.
Children play, but the teen hides away
From a small park.
Boring and dull.
The once child, now young adult, drives by,
Slowing as he passess a small park.
Longing but unreachable.
A winter day, the hidden sun casts darkness
On a small park.
Dark and oppressive.
The adult speeds by, glaring back
At a small par
The Morning Comes | ABCtales
Just across the way
But when she leaves
And in the morning She wakes
He tries to mend it
But knows not where to start
No way to cope
He says he is happy
He says he is fine
He feels in his heart
How much it does pine
And say it's not bad
In each other
And yet they don't know
So try as they might
The two will miss
If they go on like this
Go on alone
Never will they
In the darkness of night
Two and yet one
The two of them meet
But when she leaves
And in the morning She wakes
He tries to mend it
But knows not where to start
No way to cope
He says he is happy
He says he is fine
He feels in his heart
How much it does pine
And say it's not bad
In each other
And yet they don't know
So try as they might
The two will miss
If they go on like this
Go on alone
Never will they
In the darkness of night
Two and yet one
The two of them meet
Missing | ABCtales
You closed the door gently behind you. As it creaked shut, a wave of relief washed over your face. You slipped off your shoes and walked to the couch. Comfort seized you. Refusing to lessen its grip, you drifted off to sleep. It was a sleep like you had never felt before. No worries. No responsibilities. No awareness of what was happening right beside you. The only thing that mattered was that your eyes remained closed.
When you awoke, you took a moment to reflect on the sleep. Your face showed
When you awoke, you took a moment to reflect on the sleep. Your face showed
She | ABCtales
“It started when I was young. I don’t know exactly when, just…” my voice started to trail off, “young.” I fought against my own hesitation and continued. “ I, I didn’t think much of it. Just chalked it up to stress, y'know? But then...it started getting louder. My phone would buzz. I would look at it, and there was a message, but it didn’t have a sender. I would hear someone calling to me, but it wasn’t anyone in my house. I would go downstairs to see who needed me, but both of my parents hadn’t
