I looked into her eyes and she looked into mine. I saw venomous green in her and she saw cold blue in mine. I remember her eyes all too well for they used to be a kinder color, one that would laugh during dinner about the dumbest things. My older sister always would beat me in everything, grade, swordsmanship, runs. You name it she beat me. But always told me to get up and run it back. I didn’t in...

Rocks clink across the pavement. Hitting the ground, then with everything reaching for the sky, only to fall. I give to rocks another shot, letting them clink on ahead. I continued on my path, the one less taken by the folk of our town. By the shops, where the kids gleam at their new toys and admire the first gems of snow.

Through the beauty of the day, a soft gleam of gold caught my eye. A small...

Fairy tales: The Glass Slipper, the Dragon Slayed, a magic castle in the mountains, the Ever After All. That what how it’s supposed to go.

Supposed to be

For me

Not me

I worked hard to pull out the sword, day after day. Learning growing. Learning growing. Learning growing practicing. Learning, growing practicing, rehearsing, and going the extra mile. Giving it all and then some. Burning both e...

The sun scorched burns into our necks as the horn rang. A low guttural roar of anger and hatred. The cracking of guns and the stomps of horses filled the air. I was there in the pack, so blinded by the atrocities that the enemy had done, that I didn’t care what we did to them.

Our horses easily jumped their measly trenches as we charged their camps. Gunshots followed by screams filled the early ...

The man in a dark suit slid a dark leather binder towards me. It was filled with x-rays, MRIs, receipts, and the lawsuit. He had gotten a serious concussion, and the medical bills on their own would cost me a fortune. Then came the other costs: emotional damages, and the loss of their job. With 7 numbers and not a single decimal sign.

“It was an accident!” I plead, “Sir I can’t afford this!”

…

...

If a friend jumped off a cliff, would you? That’s the question I was facing, staring at the dark ocean below me. The water was rippling out from where James had fallen in. Other than that it was quite calm.

Ba’cock! Shouted some of my friends. “Don’t be chicken! Jump already!”

James was no more than a dot below me, but I vaguely saw him wave his arm. He was shouting something but the crashing o...

How it shimmers how it shines, and guess what? It’s all mine. Mine mine mine. The slight amber hew all its glows brilliantly in my house. The slight sparkle it gives after my servants polish it.

People come from far and wide, to ask for “donations”. But I KNOW, It’s not the “hungry children” or “homeless veterans” they are after. They are all after my wealth. My golden tubes of toothpaste give a...

My family and I have been called many things: Witches, Pagans, Demons, and one guy called me a Necrophiliac (I don’t think he knew what that meant).

This is because my family is Recallers we can talk to the dead. Not in the weird possession way, where we start to float and our eyes turn white, but much more a call with bad Wi-Fi. Also, it’s not everyone, it’s our family’s eldest and youngest. My ...

The early blooming flowers decorated the air in a thin sweet mist.

Shaking hands were nervously clutched, and grasping the flowery white dress.

The drink was simply “For my nerves”

It was the perfect day, the perfect walk, and the perfect man.

I saw one of the flowers fall, falling to the stones, all shriveled up and dead.

Another flower had taken its place.

My stomach churned, as I grasped...

Drip…Drip…Drip… The rain Dripped…dripped..dripped on the concrete street. A lone man in a black suit walked through it, with an umbrella muffling the drip…drip..drip. His face was a hellish green, and the man was so thin he looked like a skeleton.

Drip..drip..stomp

The man walked through a puddle, letting the mud splatter about. A black and white car rushed past him. Screaming its red and blue ...