Part 1     Part 2 Pyper rode in silence with Abigor on the shiny black horse. The massive animal trotted with grace through the ash-filled streets of the in-between—the after death realm. Sadness filled her heart. Why did I have to die? An aneurism? How is that possible? My family needs me! She averted her eyes ...

1. sunlight pours  through a curtained window – he sighs 2. she moans: her skin sweats in summer’s heat 3. she rubs  her abdomen and whispers a name 4. a child’s laughter echoes across shuttered doors 5. fires burn, people stand on the side of the road 6. she sobs on my shoulder – the ...

Part 1 Pyper stared at the massive silhouette moving through the dark, ash-filled street—heading her way. Goosebumps crawled on her skin, and she forced a gulp down her dry throat. Its slow approach was unusual—inhuman. What else could it be? It must be a person, she mused. An urge to duck onto her Jeep’s flooring ...

The past few weeks I have been watching the world and reacting in the best way that I know possible. I have watched numerous people lose their jobs and careers over ignorant comments. I have cried over the stress of important heated discussions and only started addressing the gaps in my education. Then underneath the ...

Trigger warning: Mental health Now, where was I? Oh yeah, what the hell is wrong with me! Here I am wondering how I got to this place. What are my options? I thought for sure I was going to die! But I didn’t! How could this be? I survived but had no clue what the ...

Sparks of light flicker Here, gone, there, gone; tricking eyes to search the darkness.

the cold eyes of envy placed upon thee to shiver in the veins and arrest thy heart, thy steps in thine place strips of the pale moonlight outline shadows on thine face edges of your beauty cut like mountains great and looming to scrape that endless sky our gods, our husks, these things we hold ...

Pyper despised cleaning the closet underneath the stairwell. Irrational fears of evil monsters donning sharp claws and lurking within the space haunted her. For years, she neglected the remarkably ample area and simply tossed items inside to store. Now she sat amidst the massive clutter: backpacks, duffle bags, suitcases, and totes. If Harry Potter could ...