It seems that when wealthy pretty people congregate in groups, their intentions are undeniably sinister.

It's eerie, I suppose, to see the elite, botoxed and unbothered as they are, meeting in secret underground chambers or rundown diners. Why else would they need to escape their mansion havens or peel off their party dresses in favor of whispered meetings and drab buildings?

In some cases...

A lovely limber thing.

An intangible muse.

A starlit sight are you,

With gilded wings of golden splendour,

And eyes that caress from crown to sole in sultry reservation.

Angel up high,

Do you abhor that podium beneath your pretty feet?

The pedestal that thrusts you to heavens gates for all to observe,

So your beauty may be invitation to see and indulge.

Or have you grown humbled by your sun-br...

I drink until my body swells in fullness like a water- drunk leaf,

And my skin is a topography of wrinkled crevices.

I drink until the rivers that spill down my cheeks are no longer salty with grief,

But heavy with collective heavenly whispers.

I drink until flowers flourish between my water- soaked bones,

And the pit in my chest is filled.

I drink until I have drowned out any living piece ...

Though I couldn’t actually eat the food, I enjoyed spending my evenings at The Friar. The elegant Tuscan- themed restaurant was always jam-packed, especially on warm evenings like this. With its crystal glassware and opulent décor, it was often a hit with the wealthier citizens of the city. I, of course, fit the description of ‘wealthy’, in a sense, and blended in almost seamlessly with the extrav...

I know you are not a killer.

But as I watch you pace the length of our tiny kitchen, a sharpened blade in hand, I begin to doubt if I know who you are at all. Just last night, I had used that same knife to prepare supper while you stood beside me stirring the pot and making stupid jokes. Now, with that twisted expression scrambling your features and the harsh kitchen lighting emphasizing the red ...

A sharp pain splintered through Mandy’s calves as she darted past fallen trees in a desperate attempt to avoid a misstep. Though her legs screamed for rest, Mandy continued to run, feet pounding on the hard earth in a chase that was yielding fruitless results.

She stopped to catch her breath and threw up a hand to shield her pale blue eyes from the too- hot sun.

“Come on Jaime, this isn’t funn...

My idea,

Is your inspiration,

Is their movement,

Is our change.

An inconsequential act

Sets

Something

In

Motion.

A chain of events that

Start

A

Rippling

Commotion.

My misstep,

Is your stumble,

Is their plummet,

Is our downfall.

The quiver of a wing

Brings

Forth

Unforseen

Disruption.

Beware of your actions

Chaos

Moves

By

Transduction. ...