We’re mirror images, him on one side, me on the other, tilting toward the hunk of wood that serves as our confessional.

“You’re late, and you know I don’t like that. Now, we are running behind. You will have to speed through two of your readings ...

*Trigger warnings* Depression, Divorce, Death/loss, grief Suicide, Mental illness, violent content Reader discretion is advised *** The rest of the trip to the hospital ...

My childhood memories end abruptly when the setting sun catches my eye. My escort and I decide to return to our hotel room and ...

Her duty was clear. The first day of the events within the Conclave mostly involved mingling, as the actual ceremonies didn’t take place until ...

Tears build and slide down my cheeks. My car; totaled, my finances; crap, my pool of people to rely on; a puddle.

**********TRIGGER WARNING********** This story is fiction from the author’s mind, but themes contained within are the kidnapping of an adult woman, animal cruelty (forced ...

Excitement built in the air, so thick that you could taste it. Some might say you could even eat it. Today was the day ...

Staying on the run to get everything donePlotting the next chapter when the current has just begun Barely breathing to get near achievingHoping to ...

Those were the days when neighbors took pride in knowing each other by first and last names Kids, pets included. O, those were the ...