I’m a sour patch kid.First sour, then sweet,dancing on taste budsuntil I’m gone. I can be innocent.A slice of heavento make all your dreamscome true. Or I can be cruel.Your match made in hell,a perfect storm wrappedin a tantalizing package. A temptress full of desirebeyond imagination.A heartbreaker to leave you cold and empty. “It’s not ...

The dance of the butterfly, A shadow soul possessed. Still hidden in the child Whose heart is triple blessed.   A wicked parent — revenge and hatred in her heart, Disintegrated — active washing my brain. Love and joy of Father — turned black.   The safety of a childhood, Cloaked in systematic crippling. The ...

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 ...

Hey, hey Coffee House Readers! How are you? I am purr-fect! I have been working hard at my jobs here around the house. I wake Tish up every day. I go snuggle with Roy every morning after before he leaves in the morning. He has to catch me, as I just run up and flop ...

Part I can be found here. I woke up back in my bedroom with the starlight streaming on my face. I used two fingers to massage my temple to soothe the sharp pain in my skull. I swung  my legs over the bed surprised that I didn’t need to use an arm to support myself ...

You can read chapter one of the story here. People always said that when you die you finally feel at peace. You are no longer bound by your obligations in the mortal realm. Can those people tell me why I still have a headache, and my neck still hurts? I just got executed. Where is ...

Should I knock on the door first? Or burst in and yell surprise, she thought giddily. Or, maybe I should call him from my cell phone and pretend I’m at home, then tell him to open his door. June squeezed the plate as she tried to decide, but a strange noise interrupted her thoughts. Her ...

Fifteen-year-old Rowan creeps into his house and eases the kitchen door closed, hoping not to alert Gary, his abusive step-father, of his arrival. He sets his backpack on the table, then tiptoes to the fridge for a serving of chilled apple juice to combat the effects of the extreme heat. The refrigerator’s cold air soothes ...