The last straw was the rain.

That morning, coffee spilled

Down my favorite sweater -

Which I shrunk to squirrel-size

In the dryer.

Three rejection emails.

My hair demanded chaos.

Sadie, my dog, gave me

The side eye, like she knew.

So I went for a walk.

Because why not?

The universe already hated me.

What could it do next?

My umbrella snapped.

I left it on a bench.

I’d barely made it...

Her house was always cold

She would shiver as she tiptoed

Across the floor at night,

Fearing the sound of footsteps.

His house was always warm

He would laugh as his brother

Made a joke and danced like a fool;

Their joy often woke their parents.

She spent her evenings hiding, alone,

In her room doing homework,

Purposefully marking a few wrong.

Too many A’s equals too much attention.

He spent h...

Adventure was always on my mind growing up. My parents had to hide their laughs as I hung up motivational mountain posters in my bedroom. They took me everywhere they could, but I never went alone. That changed on my twenty-sixth birthday.

They gave me a fixer-upper blue van that took six months to repair and two more months to make it clean and cozy. And then I said my goodbyes and started my fi...

Some say the darkest sin is loud — harmful, uncontrollable.

But apathy is quiet. It has clean hands.

It doesn’t scream; it sighs and turns away.

It doesn’t lash out like wrath or consume like greed — it watches, still and silent, as others suffer. It’s hearing a cruel joke in a meeting and laughing because silence is easier.

Apathy starts as protection — a breath, a boundary — but left unc...

“This is an emergency, everyone! This is not a drill. I repeat: this is not a drill. We are starving!” Stomach yelled, voice echoing like a foghorn across the body.

“What did you think was going to happen? She opened the fridge and didn’t touch anything,” Eyes snapped, unimpressed.

“There were leftovers! She opened the drawer full of cheese!” Stomach whined. “I think she’s punishing us. Maybe sh...

Be quick. Be careful.

Follow the lit path.

It promises safety

but it’s too quiet, too bright.

There’s comfort in the glow,

a warmth that hums like a lullaby,

but only stretches so far.

At the edges, the dark waits

Patient, watching.

Because night is dangerous.

And now, you're safe.

But even comfort

can make you careless.

Something creeps

just beyond the reach of light

waiting

for you to step...

The private art gallery is cold, dark, and waiting. I’ve always felt that my marks call to me—like I’m rescuing them. In a way, I am.

Some pieces were stolen long before I ever touched them, passed through greedy hands like dirty money. I simply... correct the mistake. Put them where they belong. Other times, certain people own the art but don’t deserve it. I sell it through a middleman. They mak...

Irene arranged the sugar cubes with trembling precision, twelve in all, each nudged into place like bone-white dominoes. Outside, the wind stirred the hydrangeas, but inside her home, everything was perfectly still. The air smelled of lemon polish and something metallic, faint but lingering — like rusted pennies left in the sun. 

She moved carefully, folding linen napkins over bone china teacups,...

It loved her in silence. Every night, as the world dimmed and she climbed into bed, it waited — flattened beneath the mattress, bones folded like prayers. It knew the sound of her laughter through the floorboards, the sleepy weight of her sighs, the delicate drag of her feet as she walked barefoot across the room.

Lilly never saw it, never even knew it was there. But when the wind howled, it cur...

It is in the quiet

Where my mind wanders

And yes it finds the good

But often discovers the regrets

Haunt me by using

My actions against me

Did I really do that?

I was that stranger

My soul has never been clean

No matter how hard

I tried to scrub the sin

That waits in the past

Because regrets find solace

In the mistakes we make

And some lessons are never learned

Until the shame shakes ou...