Eyes flicker over see luscious hair and glimmering orbs like a clover he bows to kiss a lady’s hand invisible halo floating above his head he tells a joke, the admirers correspondingly grin it is astounding that he is still unwed he is perfection’s twin

later, he returns home a man awaits in his bed sitting in the emptiness and gloam and barely spares a glance at the pretty little head he knows...

It’s as I walk past the cafe, that I see it. She’s there with another, and through the window, I can see the way she fidgets her hands in a way she does only when she’s flustered. I know it only too well, considering it has just been a week since we broke up. She must have been ready to move on months ago.

I hurriedly turn away, blinking away the tears in my eyes and forcing myself to continue w...

Swallow. The pill slides down my throat, even though it is trembling from the weight of people’s gaze. They stand around me, staring at me with wide smiles and empty eyes. I shake in my chair, and cold sweat drips down the side of my pale face as I look down to avoid their gaze. It is then that the day finally begins. The faces turn towards their food and shallow conversations begin. Now that The ...

Music filled the room as we shuffled back and forth to the calming lull of the record player. I rest my head on his chest, looking up at him through my bangs. My hand reaches up to caress his cold cheek delicately, and we smile.

The radio suddenly wakes up, beeping overcoming the soft music.

“We have 10 minutes left before the meteor hits. Goodbye, everyone.”

I leave him to turn off the musi...

Paradise. That is the one goal for any survivor. Across these deserted lands with dried up lakes, what else could someone hope for? As their skin peels and they bleed through chapped lips.

They travel day by day, with only a restless couple hours of sleep to keep them going, consumed by the idea of something as great as an oasis in this desolate world.

Some fail, starvation eating at their ins...

Getting dressed in the elaborate white gown, and the strenuous process of leaving every singular strand of hair in perfect position was my morning. The excitement I felt as I laughed with my friends, each dressed just as fancily me, seemed like so long ago.

As I walked down the aisle, my hands clenched tightly onto my father’s arm from the nerves, but mainly the happiness, I felt better than I e...

The cold wind whistles past my ears my boots crush along the leaves and my breath comes out as steam but it is not just another walk in the park

the leaves fall like delicate things and the birds chirp elegantly the squirrels scramble in twos and the fish swim in their schools but it is not a normal day

my phone does not light up nor does it ring no cars zoom by, ever in a rush laughter does not...

A clang rings through the air as an empty soda can is flung at the wall. The culprit is a young boy seated on the weathered steps of an old building. His unruly locks cover his matching brown eyes, hiding the tears building up.

“Isn’t a little late to be crying?”

He doesn’t even raise his head to acknowledge the voice, not even surprised by the newcomer.

Footsteps thud across the pavement, c...

A loud thud echoes through the apartment, followed by the clang of keys as they are thrown roughly onto the nearest table.

“Why can’t you ever trust me?” a voice sounds loudly into the once silent atmosphere. The ruffling of hair follows as they promptly brush their hands through their short hair.

“How can you expect me to do that when you always lie? Or you reply late? Or when you, you,” The ...

Visiting grandma was always an experience; she held so much wisdom in those shaking hands and delicate smile. Her eyes, though, seemed like they aged more than her body, for although she was old, her eyes seemed to tell tales of long ago.

She was a shoulder I could lean on, a hidden strength in her body that could hold any burden. I loved her, and I never thought she would disappear just like th...