The moment I laid eyes on youI knew you were troubleA natural CasanovaIntent on breaking hearts But I, the foolish oneChose to follow your pathThe path to nowhereWith no redemption insight You recently came to my doorExpecting me to meltInto your hands like butterRunning into your arms once more But never againWill I look your ...

I have been thinking a lot about the fact that a lot of people hate Valentine’s Day. I know being single on Valentine’s Day can seem lonely. I’ve always thought about it as another day to treat the people that I love. I also think it’s a good excuse to watch my favorite romantic comedies. ...

| Part 1 | and | Part 2 | Buzz… Buzzzz.. Buzzzz I slowly woke from my slumber as the vibration of Eliza’s cellphone lingered. The end credits of Avengers: End Game were on the T.V. screen. My shoulder and arm tingled from the weight of Eliza’s upper body. She was cuddled up next to me. I swore our ...

I have a horrible confession to make. I watch Hallmark movies when I need to have noise in the background. I know I could just put in headphones and listen to music, but when I’m home alone I try not to have headphones in my ears so no one can surprise me. I know the ...

Kelgen sat with his legs crossed on the edge of the dead forest where he found Jethus. Branches like twisted arms wrestled in a constant breeze sweeping from the east. Under his breath, he recited a prayer to the Four Gods, the words tapping into a language that could only be understood when embracing magic. ...

Kelgen stood amidst a dying forest, barren in the coming autumn, and looked up. Jethus hung by his neck from the branch of a large oak. The rope that strangled his throat had been pinned down by a stake at one end then tossed over the branch, where he was then forced from this life ...

I can see you sitting across from me. Your eyes were dark and eerie. But there was nothing about you that screams danger. Your stance was high but the way the calmness of your stance starts to still me. You’re alone at the piano. The quickness of your fingers and the soulful music you were ...

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 ...

Red glitter lips, Cali champagne, eating boxed chocolates from Valentine’s Day.   Bouncing my leg, I’m feeling insane with all of these bubbles inside of my brain.   I’m not crying or down, I’m just in distress with this white lingerie underneath my dress.   I pour myself another because I have no limits with ...