Every night id start at the red tree. Every night it was someone different counting down and I had to choose my own damn story. When they looked up from counting, that haunting smile followed if I hadn’t hidden....

It was my job to know. Not the questions people were supposed to ask in polite conversation but instead, the questions no one ever wants to answer. I don’t know if I’d be considered a spy. I just know these things because I have to. It pays to know everything about everyone. With him it was no different....

It wasn’t spelled correctly, maybe by a teenager but not a single word was spelled correctly. In any language the words were in, it was spelled wrong no matter what....

Their eyes

Those gorgeous blues

That damn cliche of beautiful blues

But it’s so damn true.

There’s nothing in the world like deep blue eyes

They’re too wonderful to have left behind....

The rebellion of the Infected verses the Scared Ones started way too quickly. It was always attacks at night and the “Infected” included any uninfected willing to protect the others. Camp grounds of infected and protective friends or family went up in flames night after night. Eventually, some found abandoned basements to hide in, that kept them much safer. They found some level of peace but the c...

Just to dust is my job. That’s all I do. I dust and dust and that’s my chore. Clearing the dust bunnies sometimes comes in a cloud of that damned dust. It was easy to- *achoo* dream about things or at least daydream amidst the dust clouds. I liked daydreaming about people in love. It was simple and made the days shorter....

The large creature sat on the check up chair and swung their legs a little while waiting. They waited for what felt like an hour in silence until the door finally opened again with an older ogre who peered over her glasses. “What are you here for today?”

“Just a normal check- up?”

“Mhm and you’re a class three demon it says here?”

“No uhm- class four now”

She peered over her glasses again and made...

That knock on the grand palace doors destroyed the oldest prince more than words alone ever could. Maybe the knock didn’t do it all on its own but the entire demeanor of the guards definitely did it. He was called towards the doors after it being answered and in front of him stood two close friends of that man who lived for his bakery. They couldn’t meet the eyes of the prince and they told him al...

02/23/1992

Day 3

Being raised Baptist like a whole lotta people from the south makes me more wary of things up- down here? I don’t know and it doesn’t seem like I’ll figure this crap out anytime soon. It has forests and animals but it’s not clear if there’s any human life in this area. There is evidence however that there was once human life although I’m not sure when exactly it was. There are o...

“C’Mon Eli! I even got to set up the tent it’s almost eight in the morning we have to be set up before most people get into the market!”

El groaned and covered his face with a pillow. He had been up late writing material to perform at the market today but that doesn’t mean he was ready to perform it. “Nooooo”

“Let’s go! We’ve got to get ready!”

“I gotta sleep dude- the script is on my nightstand j...