Time snuggles and lulls us to sleep, unaware of the toll we must pay. Slowly the moments ebb away, like puppets we dance to times little play. Once babes held in a mother’s embrace, now we struggle to find our way through life’s little race. Our bodies wear the scars of the hardships we face. When finally we turn to the mirror to see a figure staring back unrecognizably. Where did time go? All the...

Why do we live? Why are we born? A fleeting moment for the living to mourn? Birthed into life no fault of our own, a choice made before we were known. The journey has begun, the sand now falls, the number of grains unbeknownst to us all. In the hands of the reaper our fates stay, write the story we may but the ending he’ll script both time and day. Differences we have but one thing we share, etern...

Confused and scared she sat upon a grave of stone. Is this death she thought, the decay of her body had started to show. She gazed into the misty night, eyes sunken and lips drawn. If this is death, she puzzled in her mind, then why am I awake and seemingly alive? A hunger began to stir deep within her frail and rotting vessel. It wasn’t a hunger she had known before, this was something new, somet...

It seems like just yesterday you held me in your arms. I felt protected from all the worlds harms. You showed me how to tie my shoes, ride a bike, and how to read. You were there when life was hard, you were a shoulder when I needed to cry. I looked to you as my inspiration, your advice lead me through the decisions of life.

It’s hard for me to watch you lie here, so weak and frail. The sight ...

Will and Loren walked out of the movie theatre. They held hands and smiled at one another as they approached Will's car. Will, like the true gentlemen that Loren had come to love, opened the car door for her and waited as she entered the vehicle. Will got into the vehicle and smiled at Loren as he said " So, did you like the movie?" She shrugged her shoulders " it was okay, I guess. I usually enjo...

Cloudless sky on a moonlit night, I sit beneath the oaks enveloped by the breeze. I close my eyes and listen to the leaves, I imagine it’s the sounds of a million tiny voices. These voices are the inhabitants of the oaken wood, they seem to be celebrating the moonlight and breeze. I open my eyes and watch ribbons of light stream through the trees, lighting on the floor of the oaken forest. My mind...