Not having you here has seemed like a dream that I cannot wake from. You were here when I left and when I came back to reality you were gone. I Ask myself, why? Why so soon? Why wouldn’t I go to you sooner? Why, why, why… Now it’s too late. The time to make ...

Sensations are growing The vibrations shaking. Arm hair is rising And your skin is crawling. Music is pounding all around Lights are glowing with the Colors changing to the beats. The energy is shifting and Bodies are dancing harder. Your heart is racing to the chemicals and Heads are lost in the dimensions where Ravers ...

Casey stuck her tongue out in concentration, unwilling to take her eyes off the screen. A poke in her ribs had her recoiling from the touch, but she refused to give into Jonas’ distraction tactic.  “Keep your hands to yourself,” she told him.  As her character rounded a sharp corner on the race track, she ...

In the quiet of the room, every small sound echoed in Gavin’s ears. The tick-tick-tick of the clock, heels clacking on the marble floors of the courthouse, his brother, Marcus, chewing his fingernails on the opposite side of the wide oak table. Gavin ran his hand lightly across the wood, admiring the grain pattern and ...

But through the storm everything stands still and I remember when.

He laughed. “Not enough family drama for a first date.” I raised an eyebrow. “My parents dying isn’t enough drama for you?” He reminded me of a cartoon in that moment and I thought his eyes would pop out of his head,

Blank paper. A writer’s worst enemy. Oh, how it mocks me. It sits there blinking blue lines, waiting and watching for the first words yearning to be noted, taken account of, recorded to be marveled for years to come. My mind is overthrown with ideas, each one clear and unclear, distant and near, pushing and ...

The beauty of the world is the music it creates.

In the middle of the room, the only space with bigger than a foot of space to walk, Luna was on top of an unbalanced pile of chairs she stacked herself so she could finish her painting on the ceiling. Looking down on her were the intricately painted faces of her friends: Harry, Ron, Hermione, ...

November, for me, usually involves the intense drive to finish a novel. This year I have no motivation even to open a word document. I tend to go through periods where I believe I can’t write and hate all of my characters. One solution I have is to completely start from scratch. I can start ...