I don’t plan to ever forget that day.

If I do I might as well be dead.

Because you can’t just say

Yep

Everything

Is

Fine

When really

It isn’t.

To forget was to forgive. And I knew I would never forget...

“What did you just say?” I yell across the table at my brother.

“I literally didn’t say anything.” He says innocently. “You’re hearing things. Also that was rude. Baba was praying.” He states.

“No no no no no. You said you would rather be at Jason’s house than here celebrating Baba’s birthday.” I say probably a little bit too loud.

“No…but…I sorta did say that.” He says quietly. “In my head…...

In the cold, cold, winter,

Not a single person is with her,

So she befriends the icy wind.

The people think she’s gone mad.

She hasn’t. It’s actually something in them.

Because they made her this way,

They didn’t include her.

Instead of cheering they decided to boo her.

Instead of letting her in the decided to shoo her.

Instead of being kind, they left her alone.

Stranded outside with no...

I don’t know how I got here. In this jail cell. I suppose it was because of my strange house decor. That could possibly be the answer. Or maybe because I don’t go to church. Either way, it doesn’t change that I was accused of being a witch. Witches don’t exist. Unlike sirens. Or werewolves. And vampires. Okay, maybe they do exist. But they have gone unnoticed. Like my species.

I am a valecodor. It...

The house across my street has been abandoned since before I was born.

I may be only eleven but I know there is something about that house…No, IN that house.

There is something different. I remember when we moved here when I was five. We passed it while we were driving to our house. The rusty old gates, the boarded up windows…the unlocked door…it almost seems to be saying; “hey! Come inside me!…s...

In the time before dawn we rest our sore eyes.

In the time before dawn the sky cracks and breaks into billions of stars.

In the time before dawn crickets sing their song, letting night truly begin.

In the time before dawn we sleep while the animals wake.

In the time before dawn they sky is painted with hundreds of blues and purples.

And in the time after dawn we wake....

Please notice that the male character in this story goes by ‘he’ not a name. This is not a true story. So I didn’t want to make it that realistic.

“Can I open my eyes yet?” I giggled while he kept walking up.

“Not yet!” He laughed.

Now, I was starting to get nervous. We had been walking up stairs for twenty minutes.

“Okay! You can open your eyes!” He shouted. I gasped.

“Uhhh? Why are you...

In the woods on a stormy day,

When she saw the boy she was swept away.

She liked him and he liked the girl.

They were lucky to have met in the big ‘ol’ world.

The chances were low, but against all odds,

Against the shaking heads and lack of nods,

And who knows? Maybe one rainy day,

It will be YOUR turn to have your heart swept away...

The secret started small.

But grew and grew until it was tall.

It stretched it’s arms out like a tree.

Let out a yawn louder than a hundred bees.

It kicked and punched until it was questioned.

They burst into tears when the answer was mentioned.

Not all secrets have to be bad.

Not all secrets will make you sad.

Some of them will make you glad.

Like holding a baby...