1. sunlight pours  through a curtained window – he sighs 2. she moans: her skin sweats in summer’s heat 3. she rubs  her abdomen and whispers a name 4. a child’s laughter echoes across shuttered doors 5. fires burn, people stand on the side of the road 6. she sobs on my shoulder – the ...

Rayna had forgotten what it was like to sit on the front porch—savoring a cup of roasted coffee while a cool, gentle breeze caressed her face. Evenings were even better because she could see the stars twinkling like diamonds in the night. Having a busy schedule teaching and creating lesson plans, Rayna hadn’t had the ...

So how does my story end? Is it a happy ending? Or is the truth of reality leading us to a sad realness that can’t be defined? The truth is, I don’t know. It’s day one for me again. Almost like being born for a second time. I’m learning how to cope with my moods, ...

Part 1 Pyper stared at the massive silhouette moving through the dark, ash-filled street—heading her way. Goosebumps crawled on her skin, and she forced a gulp down her dry throat. Its slow approach was unusual—inhuman. What else could it be? It must be a person, she mused. An urge to duck onto her Jeep’s flooring ...

Trigger warning: Mental health Now, where was I? Oh yeah, what the hell is wrong with me! Here I am wondering how I got to this place. What are my options? I thought for sure I was going to die! But I didn’t! How could this be? I survived but had no clue what the ...

the cold eyes of envy placed upon thee to shiver in the veins and arrest thy heart, thy steps in thine place strips of the pale moonlight outline shadows on thine face edges of your beauty cut like mountains great and looming to scrape that endless sky our gods, our husks, these things we hold ...

Pyper despised cleaning the closet underneath the stairwell. Irrational fears of evil monsters donning sharp claws and lurking within the space haunted her. For years, she neglected the remarkably ample area and simply tossed items inside to store. Now she sat amidst the massive clutter: backpacks, duffle bags, suitcases, and totes. If Harry Potter could ...

a twist in your gut marks this violent path a heartbeat taken a breath driven out his smile shadows your memories and the blood that soiled his face when he died father’s ghost taunts you in the night where peace can find no purchase in your dreams thirstful vengeance marks your violent path bodies in ...