Walking with my father through our city’s nicest outlet mall, a pair of pink glasses snatched my attention. Having been going through an intense pink phase, I begged my father for them. He relented with a grin, and we proceeded to then have our own photoshoot with them in the corner of the food court with a few cups of ice cream. I was grinning the entire drive home, and waited in anticipation to ...

I don’t know what brought me up here. It wasn’t an easy climb, especially in pumps, but I didn’t dare take them off in exchange for splinters. There was no shortage of them in this rickety old structure. I wasn’t complaining though, at least it still held. I glanced around the familiar lighthouse. Most of the furniture that had once decorated the interior downstairs had decayed beyond recognition,...

Her cry echoed through the park when the champagne cork flew over the hill that cradled their favorite nook. Her cry immediately transformed into laughter at her own bewilderment. Her husband shook his head in mock disdain, but couldn’t help but join, her laughter was contagious.

With the cork taken care of, he proceeded to pour the beverage into two glasses, sitting atop a flat stone. The copper...

I stabbed him one more time for good measure, twisting the blade. His scream echoed off the concrete walls of the basement, but I wasn’t worried. No one was around to hear him. I yanked out the blade and turned to walk over to a sink that stood a few feet away. Everything around us was so dilapidated, I was stunned there was even running water, but all the better. I rinsed off my hands and wiped t...

“Oh my god, is that a dragon!?” Michael stared in shock as the girl struggled to adjust the saddle. The creature was roughly the size of a small house, embedded all over with glittering red and gold scales, and colossal wings folded at it’s sides. In the light of the setting sun it’s every move was reminiscent of the flicker of a flame. The girl looked to be around his age, sixteen or seventeen. S...

Thank god I am not claustrophobic.

The cold cramped space inside the building’s ventilation system had me abnormally anxious. That anxiety could also be due to the raw anticipation that accompanied infiltrating the high-security research building of a deceased billionaire.

I could glimpse the boy who inspired it all through the vent. His back was facing me, but I could see where his once-stylis...

Somehow; over the sound of screaming infants outside, the murmuring of the guests in the audience, the gentle but resounding music of the small orchestra, and scrambling bridesmaids; I heard my name being called.

“Celeste!”

I glanced up and sighed. My two aunts had just snuck in from the audience seats, both on my mother’s side, both as nosy as she used to be. I looked up at the ceiling and pray...