The moon gazed across the horizon, watching them with its lone eye. Stars glittered the night sky, their light falling to the ocean as small waves rolled toward the beach. A sound like thunderous applause erupted when the water clashed with the sand, appreciative of the moment, ill-content with the silence between a boy and ...

Part 1 Wes, DeeDee, and Jenna stood in silence, staring up toward the hatch door as Vic closed it, trapping them underground. The metal access panel closed with a loud click and echoed off the subterranean walls. Wes’s jaw dropped, Jenna clenched her teeth, and DeeDee’s breaths quickened. They listened with keen ears for possible ...

It had been a long night. I knew this day would come; there was no preparation for it. As we all stood around the hospital bed, holding hands, I saw a puff of smoke above me. I looked around at our family and friends. Their eyes closed. Was it inappropriate to shout out, “Hey, look ...

A broken heart in a box.  Grief sounds like shoes walking away from the scene of the crime. There are keyboard melodies that slowly fade out. Paint a smile on your face.  Ignore the false sirens of pleading. Love is hidden in your pain; love that they do not deserve.  Take down the box with ...

Disclaimer: The Star Wars universe and its characters belongs to the Walt Disney Company and Lucasfilm. The following is a fanfiction residing in that universe, with some mentions of people and places in the current canon. I am not receiving payment for this project. The first pillar: emotion and expression are the hearths that burn ...

My creative writing teachers in college always used to say there was no such thing as writer’s block. They said as long as you sat down to write something would end up on the page eventually. I usually don’t have this issue because I have a cast of characters who will comment on anything from ...

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 held a disturbing history. Until fifty years ago, it served as an insane asylum with many reported deaths. The repurposing and remodeling of the old structure had seemingly carried some of ...

Am I pretty enough yet? To make you love me, To crave me, To want me as badly as I wanted you. I fixed everything, inside and out. I scrubbed at the deepest parts of my soul until they came out shiny, pleasant and new. Those ugly things, I buried deep down for you.   ...

Mila carried a baby in her arms. The street on which she limped down shrouded in the pitch of night. A cold breeze blew in and attacked her face, fingered her hair. She held the baby tighter to her chest. Cars still being eaten by flames from the inside out cast a weak orange glow ...