Winter tore through the landscape in front of Tessa as if gods hand violently shook the little snow globe in which her world existed. Trees bent and broke, and snow coated the gardens that had fed her all year long. She couldn’t see far past the blinding blizzard, but she was sure not much would survive this storm.

For centuries, the village folk had whispered about a storm that would be the end ...

He’s lying to me. I can feel it in my bones. It’s like a vague restlessness that won’t leave me the hell alone, slowly eating away at the blanket of half truths he’s spread over me. I can see him from my spot on the couch, hunched over his laptop with his white button down untucked and tie loosened. He’s handsome, with a mop of chestnut curls and a strong jawline cut like a razors edge. He really ...

In the dark night

A tree towers high

The mother of the Forrest

Covers up the sky

Its a secret she protects

Though I can’t say why

She keeps her kids away

From the moons wondering eye

The children of the Forrest

With their branches held high

Beg their mother

“Let me see the sky”

“I can’t” she says

Though she wants to try

She must keep her kids

From the moons wondering eye

She told them fables

St...

Her eyes found mine across the room — and that was the last moment I belonged to myself.

Sauntering over from the corner of the room, it was as if she absorbed the shadows that clung to the walls, ceiling, and floor and reflected them back at me with the stunning brilliance only the darkest night could bring. Stars flickered in her eyes as her gaze dragged from my head to my feet and when she smil...

They could smell it in the air. It was the kind of static electricity that raised every hair on your body and gave the impression that the very air could catch on fire any second. It was dark, but I could see the outline of them in the stables. More than that, I could hear them as if they were standing right beside me. I could only imagine them as people, scared and screaming as they awaited the c...

We all instinctively swarmed the wall farthest from Zed. His skin was a firey red and he had black tattoos of flames that licked up his arms, neck, and face. My cheeks and eyes burned everytime I faced him. Only those born of fire could face others born of fire without nearly combusting with the heat. It was especially bad for us, born of Earth. We were basically made of wood, our skin like paper ...