We hide

Our love

Our fear

Our hope

Our truth

For some reason however if hidden we display the true wonders of who we are

We show

Our love

Our fear

Our hope

Our truth

Hidden they are through our actions and words....

Dear my Dearest,

I know it wasn’t your fault. Hurt people hurt people. That’s simple. That’s life. And even though I hate you. Oh my dear how I love you.

- L.O.

Greetings,

Do not put words into my mouth. Do not victimize yourself. You lie. You will never take my love away from me. She is mine. You messed up. You hurt us. All three of us.

- V.E.

Dear my Dearest,

I would never. You and h...

Fire. Pain. Truth. Ending. The mirror knows. The mirror lives.

Ashes fall around me. My knees lay in the invisible cracks. Sweaty hands grip the object in front of me. No light reflects off its center. Clouds block the heavens.

When I look in the mirror I see me. A twisted, distorted, bone chilling glimmer grows on my face. The thing.. the part of me in front of me is my truth. I had hidden f...

If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would would you do with it?

Would you break it? Would you heal it?

I mean you say you “ love me.”

But..

You say you love the sun. Yet you hide from it.

You say you love the cold. Yet you wear a cloth to shield you from it.

You say you love the ocean. Yet you only watch it from a distance.

So how am I suppose to know you love me?...

It was a beautiful autumn day. The leaves were rustling around me, and the sky was an enchanting shade of blue. I wanted to freeze the moment; I wanted to hold onto it forever.

I walked quickly out of the grocery store. I was in a rush. Even so, I could still feel it. The smell of blackberries and sage. The tingle of warmth. The hairs on my arms stood right up. There she was. Her brown hair wrap...

“AAHHH!” I screamed. My feet were clenched in my shoes. The edge was grabbing at me, waiting for me to fall into its throat. Maria looked at me worried, but then her expression changed. It became cold. Her skin melted and steamed. Maria, my best friend, no longer stared at me. It was something more sinister. Me. It was the me I tried to hide the me I wouldn’t show. That’s when I lost my balance a...

“Your time is up. Better Run!” said the lady with a worried expression. My body felt limp. I had prepared for this for months. What would she say. How would she react when my useless self could not be do one simple thing. Everyone stared in disbelief. They all knew what would happen if I didn’t run. She came out of the stands screaming. Even so, she wasn’t yelling at me. She was yelling at the th...

My reflection. I hated her. She was like a different person. She wasn’t me. A smile lifted her cheeks. And warmth wafted off of her body. Deep down I knew this charade could no longer continue.

My reflection. I loved her. She wasn’t like me. A frown pinched at her cheeks. My entire body shook when I saw her. Deep down I knew this charade could no longer continue....

The testing for this genetically engineered sense began in 1978. It was first proposed by Dr. Robert Fenly. He believed that on our long trail of evolution we had lost many senses. He set out to rediscover them. Robert was seen as crazy. Mad. Delusional. Even so, his testing went on. He made ground breaking discoveries that till this day have not been recognized. One in particular called Dead Sens...

I clutched the wooden paddle against my chest. My arms sore from the constant back and forth. I could feel their eyes on me. I could sense their ill intent. Water splashed in my eyes. It was cold. Bone chilling. Hope taking. With each push and pull the little voice grew louder. Suddenly I heard my name “Graham!” “Graham hang on!”. It was my mother. Her sillouthe outlined before the bright lights. ...