“Let’s skip the pleasantries shall we? We both know we’re not here for small talk.”

She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze

He continued “You want money, I want…”

I looked up from my book. The paragraph I’d read reminded me oddly of a childhood memory.

Hold up. You thought this would be taking a different direction didn’t you.

Well it’s not. I’m here to tell you about the time I saved my f...

The day started just like any other since I’d come home with Nathaniel and Hannah. I waited eagerly in my crate, for Nathaniel to let me out He usually came downstairs as the sun began to shine through the curtains across the room. Today was no different.

Until it wasn’t.

Nathaniel got home from work early. My tail wagged in excitement as I ran toward him, but he ignored me, and quickly ran up...

Clouds cover the skies,

rain pulls at your eyes

But nothing hurts worse,

than words turned to lies

Was sixteen, naive,

my “friends” I believed

I was accepted,

much to my relief

I changed bit by bit,

though I’d never admit

I had to,

they’d never accept me unfit,

it wasn’t enough,

no more than just fluff

I hadn’t realized,

That life was this tough

I was too different,

insignificant ...

“Monkeys would be ashamed to be called your ancestors.” The voice crowed behind her as if proud of his statement

Evie raised her eyebrows and slowly turned around “I beg your pardon?”

Hunter Ryan stood there, grinning to himself

“Aren’t you a little too old to be saying stupid stuff like that?” Evie asked

“The only person here that’s stupid is you Ervine.”

“My name is Evie.”

“Yeah sure. E...

They sat in a circle, eagerly waiting as Zephyr sat working, silently, waiting.

They’d all been studying the stack of papers and books, trying to decode them, when Zephyr had made a breakthrough. The first one yet. It was a small torn piece of paper, probably ripped from a notebook.

Aizma tried to peek over his shoulder, but she felt the glare of her brother Xip.

“Let him work.” Xip whispered...

There’s room in my heart 

It has never been filled 

I’ve thought were I smart

It would slowly be healed

Still lingers the void 

For the one never met 

Must forever I mourn 

Will I someday forget

This was actually written several years ago about a miscarriage in my family that happened when I was a child. The prompt reminded me of it. Technically it’s not talking about death of a person, more l...

He looked at her hands. They were small, hardly bigger than a child’s. But there was something else. What was it? He stared for a moment before realizing. That mark. He’d seen it before. But where?

Her hands fluttered, he looked at her face, but it was still flushed with fever. But as he saw her face, curls tumbling down across her shoulder, it hit him. This was the daughter of one of his father...