Soon after the initial meeting of Don and reuniting with Ella, we all decided to keep moving, lest I be caught by the Dudes in Black, whom shall hence be named! Don and Ella glided effortlessly just above the ground. They were no longer attempting to put on false pretenses of still being living humans ...

Myths and legends are oral traditions passed down through the generations. This oral lore is something humans and cultures across the globe have in common. Tales of gods and goddesses. Nature, seasons, and animals. Fae folk and the Tuatha de Danaan. Rich fables weaved with superstitions, the Otherworld, and veils. Stories shared around fires or ...

*Trigger warnings* Depression, Divorce, Death/loss, grief Suicide, Mental illness, violent content Reader discretion is advised *** The rest of the trip to the hospital was a complete blur to Micki. The stay in the intensive care unit, however, may as well have been a mere intense dream that Micki wished she would just wake up ...

I no longer know what this place is It draws me deep within its grasp

"And why do you think you chose to end your life Violet?" the hospital psychiatrist asked calmly, legs crossed, pen poised over his notebook as he sat in a low chair next to the hospital bed.

The late afternoon sun barely warmed the crisp fall air as Cord walked me home. I pulled my jacket closer to my chest to ward off a chill as we crossed Camp Meade Road. Cord, oblivious to the cooler temperature, suggested we take the long route to my house. “You want to go down Benton ...

My whole body trembled, and I gasped for air, willing my legs not to buckle beneath me. Grandpa Mac put his arm around my waist to keep me from falling as I stared at the man in front of me. “Who’s there?” Piehtár asked, his voice calm and tinged with curiosity as he scanned the ...

Why didn’t Grandpa Mac confirm whether the man in the portrait was the man from his world? His hedging frustrated me, and I made no attempt to hide my irritation. “Just tell her, Grandpa. Please.” He glared at me, then turned back to Sadie. “I can’t be certain from this photo if your father is ...

Why is it so hard for Cord to tell me the truth? I stared at him, waiting for him to talk. I knew he wanted to kiss me. And I wanted to fall into his arms and experience his mouth against mine. But the moment our lips touched, I would be swept away by our ...

I stared at Piehtár’s face and struggled to breathe. Could it possibly be true? That this man was Sadie’s father? As he peered in my direction, I saw more and more of Sadie in his features. Grandpa Mac’s voice crept into my head. “Do you need additional proof?” Although his resemblance to Sadie was remarkable, ...