Every morning we watch her climb out of bed after the familiar chime of her alarm. She comes straight to us, kneeling on the floor. With seriousness and great care, she rustles us and places us in new positions.

She arranges our possessions gently to spaces suited for this next glorious day.

We hear her mother call her from downstairs. Something about pancakes and something called syrup. On oc...

Water is lapping between your chin and neck, each wave colliding to the beat of your heart.

The warm water every few seconds passes over your lips sending a strong taste of the salt on your tongue.

This is where you go when life is too much to deal with. It’s better than making choices you’d later regret.

Your mind intrusively falls back to memories of the event leading you here this time in...

Donovan pushed the aged white stone rook seven spaces forward across the gigantic chess board sitting in the center of a majestic lush green garden maze.

A black stone bishop on its own slid across the grass diagonally from the left side threatening his exposed King piece with a….“Check!” A detached voice echoed loudly throughout the garden.

Donovan never played chess before and was wishing he...

Tears rolled down Kiera’s brown sugar colored cheeks as she stared intently at the text message on her iphone in disbelief.

It read,

“Kiera, I’m really sorry to tell you this in text, but I’m breaking up with you. I hope you have a good day.”

Tears turned to heat. Kiera grabbed her keys and purse, ran through the front door, slamming it behind her. She threw her purse across the seat of her b...

Against the stone wall of the cave, a scraping talon squealed painfully like fingers to a chalkboard. Outside, at the mouth of the cave, the little girl jumped, pressing her hands on her ears from the horrid sound, her heart racing.

“I knew I shouldn’t have wandered from the campsite…”

Her curiosity always got the best of her.

A deep, rumbling growl echoed near and the girl shook, backing up...

Ironically, this is a true story and was in my very thoughts tonight. I reminisce memories fading with the passing months, slowly oozing out of a worn out and burned out brain with its leftovers of a Stockholm syndrome abusive relationship, continuing to self heal.

It is a piece in the future to a book I plan to write…I need to get it out after three years searching for a place to temporarily pl...