The room feels quiet. The beautiful female muse, well-dressed, sits on a couch, posed, looking out into the distance. An older man sits, gently painting the blank canvas. The muse remains stiff, yet her eyes wander. She observes the clean white room. The lights feel harsh, creating a drastic shadow on her. She can feel the heat stab her exposed skin. She turns her head to see the old artist. He we...

Alejandro lies splayed out on his bed, snoring. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The alarm goes off, yanking him out of sleep. He feels groggy, half asleep. He groans as he reaches over lazily to stop the irritating alarm. As the beeping dies, Alejandro grumbles louder into the pillow, "Fuck. I don’t want to get up." He feels relaxed and safe. Several seconds pass by, a yawn escapes his lips. He sits up slowly, ...

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Leslie lay sprawled across her bed, idly scrolling through her phone, when a sharp knock rattled the front door. Frowning, she slipped into her sandals and padded to the window. Outside, Louis paced, sweat glistening on his brow. The door slowly opens, Louis' eyes instantly looking up. Sweat runs down the temples of his head, he shivers slightly. "Hey, babe! I thought you'd be...

Jarold's old, run-down sedan speeds down the gravel road, leading to an abandoned, dark cabin. The brakes smash harshly, and the car slides across the leaves. The vehicle stays idle momentarily, the exhaust's smoke clouding the night. The driver’s door flings open violently. Jarold steps out, the engine still running behind him. The young man stomps out of the car, wearing a clean flannel undernea...

"And yeah, that's how it goes, young one." An old man says, coughing as he sits on his rocking chair. An eleven-year-old boy sitting on the cold wooden floor is filled with curiosity, desperate to know more. He turns his head, eyes filled with wonder. "But why? Why does one always come out? Why not two come back? Or no one does?" The old man glares down at the kid's curious eyes, grinning as he sh...