For just a second, I had forgotten that I was dead. ...

Write a poem about what you are most haunted by (alive, not, person, thing, whatever’s stuck in your head) ...

She always knew her place. She always knew where she stood in this story, even as she lay helpless on the cold, marble floor.

Holding her in his arms, his big brown eyes filled with distress, was her last chance to change the world.

The sharp knife in his hands inches away from making the kill.

This was his story.

The world had fallen to shambles years ago.

The King’s brother had grown tired...

The wrapping paper perfectly outlined the knife that lay inside of it.

Avery and I each held the same gift.

We both slowly unwrapped it, my aunt and uncle watching. They were more like my mom and dad. They had taken me in without hesitation when I no longer had a family.

And Avery had become my sister.

We unwrapped our knives slowly and carefully. I held it up to see its silver edge glimmering...

I stared out the window, watching the red bird move from place to place in erratic movements as I waited.

Then the noise came. A loud rumbling that echoed throughout the house.

I wandered closer to the door near the kitchen until I was under the table, my body hidden except for my right eye.

My heart started to beat, but only slightly faster.

I was brave.

The loud rumble stopped, then start...

I have a small crack about two-thirds up from my right corner.

Her eyes always seem to flicker there every time she stands in front of me.

She wasn’t here when I got it. It was nothing crazy. It happened when I was being installed.

I’m sure someone meant to fix it, but it was small enough to be easily forgotten.

But the girl notices. She notices everything.

Her eyes scan over her face with gr...