Without all the pain and suffering, I’m just a chill guy. Sure, my job calls for some, well, immoral tasks, but underneath the robe I’m a misunderstood dude trying to serve his sentence. Honestly, the way “normal” mortals describe me is insulting. I’ve kept track of every single representation and name I’ve been given. Old Man Death? The Bone Man? Come one, give me something to work with. How abou...

My grandmother always told me

To hold onto that star

Let it grant your wish

So forever can go far

But now the sky has dimmed

Stars flicker no more

Hopes are crushed now

Dreams are lost

My burden awaits

Like holding up the world

A kite in the air

Lightning strikes still

It echoes with regrets

“Not a moment to waste”

Is what she said

Yet I let it fade

Some hope to find

Some let it pass

I will re...

You walk across the frozen lake, hoping to find what you are looking for. You feel the cold air swallowing your sense, your chest feels heavy. Your foot slips and you fall, tumbling down. The ice breaks, and you fall into the depths below. All you can feel is the tingling sense of cold and pain swallowing all thought and reason. You gasp for air, but all you get is cold, hard water. You feel your...

Look. It’s not _my _fault I’m prone to trouble. Well, maybe it is, but that’s no reason to send me off to a summer camp for “troubled teens”. Everyone here’s either emo or just plain weird. Their magic style reflects it too. Your wings reflect your personality. Mine are - and I quote - Mischievous Green. Fitting, huh? Most of the weird kids’ wings are orange, and you can probably guess the emo kid...

Carla would walk home from work everyday, always after dark. The sun set early in Arizona, and rose even earlier. When she would get home, the cozy homes on her street would be quiet. The only light was a flickering street lamp.

This upset Carla, for many reasons. The street light would turn off and on rapidly, wait, then flicker again. It made the walk home much darker, more annoying, and, most ...