I looked upon the world, Traveled on gravel roads, The pavement that was once new. Cars idle and pass by, As I have nothing but a pack, Only the clothes on my back. The sky used to shine a calm blue, Now is only grey and hazy, The cold and damp I turn my collar ...

The field was plowed, dirt turned over; fresh after a long winter’s lockdown. Hail and snow, long into spring makes the harvest uncertain.

May is Mental Health Awareness Month and as someone who has dealt with anxiety, and depression on and off for most of my life. One of the ways that I can think of to describe it would be a foggy dream sequence that is sometimes seen in the movies where a person is trying their ...

Fear rocks my core And I look to you for stability I want to link my pinky with yours And breathe slowly   Your soft voice is All I have now So, I listen with care Careful not to tune out   Fear rocks my core Your meticulous ways Cradle my fear Even though you ...

I have been thinking about how the world is changing and how as a person I have changed over the years. A decade ago, if I wasn’t in school or actively speaking with someone, I had headphones on my head. I would always replace them in a matter of hours when they shorted out or ...

A dying fire burns in the hearth, grey smoke unfurling and twisting into the open air. Dust particles alight beneath the breaking of a new day. And he sits in his chair, old, decrepit, half-mad, as old thoughts bring fresh wounds. The first thought is of her smile: how it crinkled her face and brought ...

“Will it hurt?”    The question posed was not an uncommon one for the surgeon. But as he looked into the boy’s bright blue eyes, eyes on the verge of tears, eyes that could not disguise the horror that he felt, a catch formed in the surgeon’s throat, and he had to look away as ...

I don’t want to be a link On this chain of misery Forged from blood Of broken hearts Twisted and rusted From endless tears I don’t want to spread the poison Passed from them to me It coils through my veins Infects the victim, Through anger, and insecurities I don’t want to keep the fear ...

The writing bug has not only bit me, but it’s practically swallowed me whole! Lately, I’ve been typing away all day long—sometimes until 8:00 pm. I decided to create a list of creepy writing prompts to help others that may be in search of a few ideas. Also, I’ve included my previous list of eerie ...