Craft a scene that demonstrates the catalyst of a beloved character becoming an anti-hero....

Write a poem, in any style, that conveys the emotions you experienced during the Covid-19 shut downs. ...

Have you seen her?

The girl that was just here?

Do you know where she went?

She was just here

I swear

But I can’t seem to find her.

She must have gotten lost

To a dream,

One she has had for ages,

To dance with the stars

And sing to the moon.

She was always wandering,

Ya know?

Maybe she went to the forest

To sink her toes into the

Untouched grass

And forage in the dirt.

She so did love the flow...

An overwhelming barrage of white noise penetrated her ears, companion to a high pitched tone slowly escalating in volume. Her hands, she found, were already over her ears as she tried to escape the unrelenting tumult, her eyes screwed tightly shut to reduce the stimulation, her body curled in on itself. But it was all inside her head. Her fingers curved in, scratching at her scalp and pulling her ...

In another life,

You would find me just the same

Crying over something else,

and you would comfort me again.

In another life,

We’d come together flawlessly

We would tell each other all of our secrets,

and judgment would never fall.

In another life,

Our hands would fit just right,

Our legs would tangle seamlessly,

and our breath would be one.

In another life,

Our laughter would continue

The smil...

>>TW: stalking<<

“Leave her alone, you assholes!” Audree juked toward the boys who had surrounded Hannah, scaring them off. She turned, helping Hannah back onto her feet.

“Are you okay?” Audree asked gently, her face softening from the look she had given the bullies walking away.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Hannah responded shyly, brushing off her jeans “Just a little dirty. Thanks.”

“The best way to k...

Blood stained her face, loved ones looking at her warily as she stared back at them menacingly.

“This is who I am, and there is no need to be afraid.” she said, stepping forward. She raised her hands slowly, placating the rising emotions in the small room. The rest of her family huddled behind the kitchen table, the same one that has always been in this home. Her home.

Her mother and two younger...

The quiet buzzing of chatter recedes,

Leaving only the creaking of risers

and the rustling of small children,

Unable to sit still.

The acoustics cause an echo

Of every sniffle and cough

Or adjustment of legs.

Perched lightly on flimsy plastic chair

Leaning forward, my eyes lock in quickly

On my sons eagerly bouncing form

Emulating nervous energy.

If I am a compass, he is north,

Always drawn to w...