I watch as a fly sits upon the steak oozing on my plate. The royal chef always undercooks red meat. I really wish Father hadn’t sentenced the previous royal chef to death. It wasn’t even that big of a deal. All he did was spit in mother’s food one time. And honestly, it wasn’t unwarranted. The night before, my mother told him that she would personally make sure that his family received less ration...

My father has been quiet recently. During dinner last night, he didn’t speak at all except to tell a servant that his soup was cold. She was so embarrassed. I tried to hide my bowl.

“Young Master, is your soup also cold? I am sorry!” She bowed her head and clasped her hands together.

“No, no, no. Thank you, Victoria. My soup is fine.” It was a little cold, but it usually is and I’m not bothered....

At the edge of the woods, in the corner of your eye, where you only believed exist when you were young enough to know, there is a door. Behind that door, in the reality we forget when we grow up, there is a path. The path winds through a thicket of woods. Deeper and deeper, the sun, which once shown bright, is now but a memory and whimper. After an unknowable amount of time, you reach a clearing w...

December 9th, 1929

Hi. My name is Andrew. I am 15 years old.

My mother gave me this notebook for my birthday two days ago. I was surprised. I told her that she did not have to get me anything, but when I got home today, she was waiting for me with a huge grin on her face and her hands behind her back.

What am I supposed to use this for. I’ve heard that it helps with stress at work, but it fee...

It tends to rain my studio apartment.

I own an umbrella, but my closet’s door has rusted into what resembles the car my dad gave to me on my sixteenth birthday.

Some days, it’s harder to breath than others.

And on other days, I forget that it’s raining at all.

I think that I stopped the rain, or at least that I can’t get more wet.

A couple times, I’ve left my studio apartment.

I leave for a day or...

Sarah’s scream cut me off.

“Shut up!”

“Please just listen to me.”

“I saw you die!”

“No no no! See? I’m fi-“

“Yeah, I see you’re fucking fine!”

“Isn’t that a good thing? I’m here.”

“Don’t turn this around on me.” Sarah took a couple heaving ragged breaths. “Right now, I feel like I’m going crazy, but I’m not crazy. So, you’re gonna stop gaslighting me and tell me what’s going on.”

I stumble...

I met her only about a week ago. I was sitting on the edge of George Emmanuel River with my bare feet lightly breaking the surface tension of the water. Dozing off, my mind filled with a dull fuzziness. The setting sun made the vision of my closed eyelids glow a slight pink.

Shkk! Thump!

The sound of a pair of high top sneakers stepping on my rock and a butt landing surprisingly hard directly ...