A flash of silver light assults her field of view, instinctively she shields her face and her eyes snap shut. Water and salt sting her skin as shes struck along her forearm. The wave of pressure from the explosion in energy sweeps her off her feet and her body flips.

She feels her forehead scrap against the salt flat and she slams to the ground and slides to a stop. Mind spinning and vision blur...

It was so bright when the hearts where young, fearless and carefree. A time when they gave love freely and were gentle and kind. Though, the years made life hard and so light grew dim and thier beats grew heavy and weary from exhaustion. Neither heart with the knowledge to see, to hear, to fix it. Neither heart fearless enough to reach for the other.

Space, it expanded over time. Walls went up. ...

“I feel it now.” Her eyes are fixated on the dark clouds that now dominate the overcast sky.

“What’s that?” He asks sitting beside her, paying close attention to the features of her face that reveal nothing.

“It’s been a long time, but I seem to remember it well.” Her hand drifts to the end of her sternum and she presses down deep. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Are you unwell?” He stands s...

Ten, nine, eight… 

She counts aloud. Eyes snapped shut with her face pressed against a wooden pillar. She pulls back a moment and flecks of white paint fall from her forehead. The spot itches and she scrubs the rest of the paint away with the palm of her hand. 

Seven, six…

Sneaking a peak over the railing, the front yard is visibly littered with things that don’t belong; an overturned couch, a ...

He purses his full lips, and holding the leveled book near, blows. 

You watch the fine limestone dust disperse in trails of smoke-like powder that dance in the flickering candlelight. It trails down to the old wooden table, and you see it collect on the thumbs of his white archival gloves as the field lead places the book down gently. 

The cover, you notice, has once been meticulously crafted. I...

“That’s it,” Jason stops abruptly. The others stop and turn to face him, brows furrowed, eyes searching for a problem. “I’ve got to get out of these pants! They’re rubbing!” He grips at the bunched-up fabric in his crotch and pulls it away from himself. Then looks up to his friends who visibly relax. “Seriously guys… I’m gonna die.” He pleads, shaking hard at his waistband in an attempt to cool hi...

The elders say we sing for the ones we’ve lost, both in body and in spirit. Every waning moon I’ve heard the voices carrying the desperate notes of longing across the valley.

“Two go in, one comes out.”

The scarred ones say we sing for those who they have lost; for remembrance, and to mourn. I can recall the visceral feelings of deep sorrow in thier anguished cries. The sounds alway pierces ...

The storm outside rages and the wind blows. Leaves swirl in a vortex of chaos across the cobblestone street. She first spots her through the paned glass windows. A distorted view of a woman robed for rest in the dusk of a coming stormy night.

The heavy wooden door of the All Mothers House swings ajar as she runs. “Sister!” Her voice is taken up and away by the wind. She cannot be heard. Reachin...

Curtains hanging from an open window flap against a cold breeze. The outside air blows in, washing over her exposed skin. She stirs yet remains sound asleep. Her skin prickling as the hairs on her legs rise in the cool air. She shifts again, then retreats, pulling her legs under the sheets. Subconsciously seeking a new equilibrium of warmth.

From the desk across her room, little scratches becom...

Her eyes began to well up, the first traces of realization. They blurred her vision, and yet she did not blink them away, instead letting the droplets build and flood out what she thought was an impossible thing. Though the rest of her remained in a subtle state of shock. As if time had slowed the moment they arrived. She was still there, standing among the curious crowd, waiting to see why they h...