Original Short Stories


Bright lights reflected inside the car’s window as if reminding Alexandria that this is real. She didn’t expect coming back here again. Her brother seemed to have moved on, in his own ways of coping. Seven years didn’t seem long enough to heal the wounds. She always wondered how her brother did it.

The car passed by the bridge and began to reminisce.

They are on their way to their ancestral house for a vacation.



“Xander, could you please pass on my neck pillow?”

Alexander, Alexandria’s twin, smirked and responded, “Are we there yet, Mom?”

Their amused mother answered, “Your father is comfortably driving, stop asking that every other hour.”

Their father laughed, “It’s fine honey. Xander, is your sister still sleeping?”

Everyone erupted with laughter, except for Alex, who despite just waking up, glared at her brother.

“Hey, Dad. She’s awake and about to cry now.”

“I’m not a crybaby anymore. Stop it.” Alex replied, turning to ask her father “We hadn’t arrived yet?”, while staring out the window.

Her brother’s snort made her turn around and reach for his M&M’s while her mom replied, “You’re brother just asked. No.”

Xander bursts with a contagious laughter.

As their laughter filled the car, a speeding truck approached from the passenger’s side and crash into them.



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