Prologue I wasn't always like this. I wasn't always this frightened, I wasn't so shocked. A year ago my life normal. At one point I started questioning if I was still alive, was I? I always thought heaven was a peaceful place where you could... (more »)
There was an utter of recoil as he watched her die in agony. He could not believe what he just saw. He kept his hand over his mouth the entire time while trying to swallow the bitter saliva that halted deep within his parched throat. As time... (more »)
Slowly, she walks down the street in an old tattered white dress, covered in dirt and dried brown substance as people gawk at her thin frame and awkward position of her limbs. She has no name and therefore wanders the earth as a lonely soul. A... (more »)
but he still sat on the red park bench in the center of the town finishing a thought he could now not quite remember (something about a box? the military?), nor would he have been able to remember had he tried, but now his mind had moved on to... (more »)
“Life is about the adventures you take and the memories you make. So travel often and live life with open eyes and an open heart”- Katie Grissom. For the third time in a row for two weeks every year my family and I go camping, but... (more »)
“Be to sleep by four.” I can’t fall to sleep though, I have insomnia. I can’t even get out of this room it’s two am. Well I can but that would be breaking the rules. I hear a chiming of metal coming from the hallways. Now my... (more »)
The autumn afternoon was cold and dreary, the kind that makes you want to stay inside and build a pillow fort. Technicolor leaves decorated the city scape and framed the miniscule park that lay directly in front of the Second Empire home on the... (more »)
In his hands he cupped two magnificent gems--two spheres he had so longed to touch. The rotting body in the backroom of his shop slouched against a wall--dried blood and darkness in place of its once lively eyes. As he began stuffing his... (more »)
The bright morning sunshine which entered through the window woke me up in my bed. I opened my eyes. Everything was absolutely the same as the day before. But deep inside, I felt something different, a feeling completely new and unknown to me. I... (more »)
As beautiful as the desolation was, she could stand it no longer.
The hideous yet melodic heartbeat of the clock; the way spiderwebs bloomed like roses; the tears that smelled of the ocean.
It was too quiet, no too loud.
Too many... (more »)
“There are things known and things unknown and in between are the doors.” (Jim Morrison)
“Alright, Maurice,” called a voice from the intercom. “Can you see okay, the visor is correctly positioned on... (more »)
“Chica, get your ass over here!” I looked in the mirror at my bruised knees and prickly legs, “Maybe, I should change…” “Nuh uh, c’mere let me see.” I walked quietly towards my friend so as not to wake the tight mess of black... (more »)
It was a cool evening in late September. Autumn was well on its way in as summer lazily drew to a close. The day had been sunny and warm, but now a brisk breeze blew through the trees and across the meadow. I recall quite clearly. My mother had... (more »)
Days here are hotter with each passing minute. The sun beat on my back as I stood in front of the dead oak tree in our backyard. There use to be a swing that hung from the highest branch. You can still see the markings where the rope tied. Sweat... (more »)
I remember the day my younger brother was murdered. I remember every event, I saw it with my own eyes. I remember the heavy breathing of his murderer. I remember. I can recall the exact date. October 7th. It was a Friday. A Friday... (more »)
I was angry. Not the short fused, ticking time bomb anger, but the silent killer. The type of angry where you can sit so still for days, thinking of different ways to introduce karma to its next victim. I felt the beginning stages of my... (more »)