Recently, a fellow co-writer wrote an article about a so-called friend that completely judged her and said some very cruel things. She left the ...

“I write because there is a voice within me that will not be still.” – Sylvia Plath Somebody recently asked me why I love ...

Jenna and Deedee stood in front of the aged castle-like hotel, looking upward toward the turrets. The building dated back to the 1800s and ...

I have seen the skulls Laughing as tears Ran like beads of wax.   Backed up against a cracked mirror, Images of the aurous ...

Am I pretty enough yet? To make you love me, To crave me, To want me as badly as I wanted you. I fixed ...

Words and actions pass Like a blur.  Your hate speaks loud. Stillness nurtures, peace.

Mila carried a baby in her arms. The street on which she limped down shrouded in the pitch of night. A cold breeze blew ...

How many people would have green skin if envy was shown on the outside?  I was watching an old episode of ABC’s “Once Upon ...

They were at it again. Looking through their window again to see what I was doing. It was ten o’clock in the evening and ...