What to this breeze for a mortal like man Conquering mountains, as best we can   What to this shiver the winter will bring Foraging snow, what goodness will bring   What to this home that I have kept quaint  When seasons bring turbulent summers and spring   What to this path currently on Will ...

Part 1     Part 2 Pyper rode in silence with Abigor on the shiny black horse. The massive animal trotted with grace through the ash-filled streets of the in-between—the after death realm. Sadness filled her heart. Why did I have to die? An aneurism? How is that possible? My family needs me! She averted her eyes ...

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 ...

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 ...

Raindrops fell from the sky, blowing sideways from gusts of wind. Felix took cover under a large oak tree and glanced at his watch: 4:20 a.m. An evil smirk spread across his face. He slipped the black hood over his head and walked through the rainy darkness toward Mara’s car. She never locked her Land ...

darlings, remember, the dark shapes hiding in the night friendly enemies fornicating your good nature they peek out from under your bed, creep beneath your pillow, stalk the lonely roads of your dreams and breathe new life as figures that haunt your waking world his breath may linger hot on your skin burnt like a ...

I am at a loss for words this week. No, it’s not because of writer’s block, or not having confidence in my writing. This week, I am scared. I know Covid-19 is still an issue, but now our country was once again reminded of the horrors of police brutality. A Black man named George Floyd was killed ...

A country built on fears made of multiple tiers causing mothers to shed tears because others cannot contain their scares   We cannot ‘run’ free that’s now news to me for when they see me in the land of the free they somehow still see – property   I step out of line wrong place ...

To prosper is to live with peace In wealth or health or simply being   With trying times and tribulations We’ve lost our faith in our foundations   A seed of fear breeds suspicion And too much freedom breeds disillusion   We think it’s time that holds us back When really it’s discipline that we ...