Is heaven real?

Mica Anderson had asked that question a million times throughout his life. When his parents died, he asked. When his dog died, he asked. When his wife died, he asked. He asked in between those times and all through out the hours of the night. He asked and asked and got no response from the supposed God who is supposed to live in heaven. Now more than ever Mica needs an answer to t...

Cold.

It is so cold.

Everywhere is cold. In people’s eyes, hearts, the air, and outside in the rain.

He doesn’t like the cold. He hates it with vigor and rage. But it doesn’t matter that much. He’s a nobody. He knows this and he has come to terms with it. It hurts but only barely. After living for an agonizing two hundred years, you eventually have to forget and get used to it.

He catches a bu...

I breathe in the fresh morning air. It is crisp and cool making me relax and finally breathe. Brown, crunched up leaves litter the entire floor of the woods and make a pleasant sound as I walk deeper and deeper into the one place I know I should not go.

I check my mobile again and silently curse under my breath. Nobody I know, like my sister and best friend, would call it a curse though. They wou...