Persinthemum, persinthemum, persinthe..she didn't finish the last word as she gazed up towards the looming castle ahead. The skies had turned an ominous tar colour, tinged with an angry red hue. The skies erupted thunderously.Emily jolted forward from where she stood in the middle of the cobblestone path. Her forehead wrinkled as she stared upward towards the mountains.

The castle sat atop the hig...

It's been 92 years. Ninety two years and I have accomplished more than some, less than others and I can't help but think I didn't quite understand the project. I wracked my mind throughout the years trying to grasp the _meaning, the purpose, the point. _Yet here I sit in my brown upholstered recliner, in the home I spent most of my adult years, quilted blanket wrapped around my frail legs and I wo...

"Trust me, if you walked one minute in my shoes you'd want to run as fast as you can" Those words burned into her mind. Etched deep within her amygdala, the most primitive part of the brain, as the screeching alarm bells blared in her mind. Sharon had never experienced such a sensation. It was all encompassing. Crippling. She wiped at her forehead, beads of sweat raining down quicker than she coul...

He comes out at night, after eight to be precise. He's paunchy, middle aged and balding. The suit that adorns his body is creased and raggedy and smells of tobacco smoke. It's December 24th, the snow has been falling all night and Old Saint Nick is hungover.

"Nick, we gotta go or we won't make it in time" the high pitched voice of Rudolf, Nick's right hand reindeer pierces through Mr. Clause' alco...

A bakery, with its freshly baked cakes and pastries. The warmth and sweetness emanating from each window, exiting through the chimney to tickle the noses of everyone who walks by. The aroma, so inviting even the most cynical of humans can't help but feel glimmers of joy. Memories flow through the minds of many as they gather the whiffs of the sugar and dough in to their nostrils. No need for speak...

I'm not going to regale you with sob stories of how I have so much to live for. I don't. Life has always felt like a burden to me. If I'm being honest, I've thought of taking myself out throughout the years. So, here I am speaking directly to you, a self professed serial killer who has me directly under your control, asking you to reconsider your plan for me. I share your disdain for humans. I do...

Her body begins to tense, fists clenched. An overwhelming heat consuming her from within. As a volcano bubbles before erupting, she too is close to an explosion of monumental proportions. She bites her tongue, tasting the bitterness of blood as she struggles to contain her mounting anger.

He stands still, behind the brown and white counter with the marble backsplash he despises. His wife, albeit ...

It didn't always feel this good, this _necessary_. It started out just as a fantasy. I mean, I always thought about how it would feel to be that in control. The feeling of being _in charge _fully of someone's destiny. My hands around a neck, squeezing until the light of their essence dimmed. My heart beating excitedly with each force of strength. Smashing metal to bone, hearing the splitting of a ...

Striking. Their eyes, glaring at me with an insatiable appetite. There were three of them as far as I could tell. Glorious, wild beasts of the woods. Fur as silky white as a fresh snow fall. They stood frozen, attention up ahead, looking for their next meal. Any movement on my part and I would be their next reward. I slowly shuffled my feet backwards, lifting each leg cautiously through the fall l...

The room was forgotten, desolate. There was a window that had been boarded up, allowing not a shred of light to pass through. The musky odour wafted like a grey fog through the vents, its pungent odour an insult to any human nostril. As the door began to creak open, a sickly black cat meowed frantically and ran out. Edging forward, she thought to herself if she should really go there again. Into t...