Everyone could see him. He was the same man he was the night he left. Except now, his suit was more dapper (I paid a lot for it), his hair was groomed better than ever, and his hands held his mother’s rosary.

I hated the way he looked.

Back when he had been mine, his hair was never so nice or sleek. He brushed it out in the morning and didn’t care. He never gave it any sort of thought. It was a...

Asha watched as the castle burned. Her family was in there. Her mother, her father, Kara, Dax, and Weston. Everyone she ever loved was burning in the crisp fire that came from _them_.

Asha surged forward, but two strong hands yanked her backward. She was pulled into Ariston. She flailed in his grasp, but he was too strong to fight her.

“Asha, you can’t go in there,” he screamed.

“Watch me!” ...

Quaffed the Raven, “Nevermore.”

But as if flew over city shore

It’s eyes soon began to explore

The silken terrain of its new lore

The lies of with of spoke are shore

When Heaven falls its wings will floor

And all who lie their dead, no more

For God favors those who endure

The Raven sees all pain and is sure

That as it falls it will be no more

For the arrow that pierced its wing is not a ...

Chopped up into thousands of tiny pieces and locked away. Uranus couldn’t have lived if he wanted to. His blood flowed from him and in his death, came new life.

The blood of Uranus touched the ground and Satyrs formed. They danced and sang of the goodness of the gods. They ran with nyads in the fields and laughed at the world. It was free. It was saved. It was glorious.

From his blood, ash tre...

July 1st, 2075

I step out the doors of my concrete house. It’s plain with not many furnishings other than a bed, kitchen, and bathroom. I own a radio, but everyone owns a radio. How else would the tyrants talk to us?

My name is Aria Fern. I’m an West American Colony citizen. Or in short terms, I’m from the WAC.

After WWIII, America was divided, just like many other countries. Since Russia had...

I can remember everything she ever said

I can remember the day that I found her dead

I can remember how she laughed and cried

And I remember how she smiled before she died

I remember everything about her

It is my curse to bear

I see her in every aspect of life

I see her and the bloody knife

I remember everything about that night

I wake up screaming every morning in fright

I worry myself to ...

I see him. He’s a dark man with tall shadows surrounding him. He’s a cold man with no heart. He was a man of many men. He was a tall demon. A dangerous shadow.

I see him. He walks into his room and struts around like a peacock. Humans never know what lurks in their closets. They only ever think about what they see. Not what they don’t.

I lick my lips. I could laugh at him. He’s foolish. He’s a...

I stared at her. She was my only hope. She was everything to me. This world needed her. Her blood could save everyone.

But as her blood flows from her blood, it’s not the gold that I need to see. It’s the color black I see. It’s the color of the darkest nights. It’s the color of our worst fears. It’s the color that will ruin me.

I cried out in anger. I was wrong. No one could know. I would be ...

_~Avery~_

Blood scattered across my clothes as I continued to hit at the creature. It screamed repeatedly, its horrible screeches making my body shake. How dare it scream like it deserves a chance to live?

It doesn’t.

I continue to beat it do death. I punched it over and over again before grabbing the knife off the counter. I should have done this earlier. Anya would never see it coming.

Oh, ...

Sleep in nice. It’s peaceful. It’s angelic. It’s loving.

Death is not nice. It’s not peaceful. It’s not angelic. It’s not loving.

Death is welcoming. It’s a cold embrace. It’s an old friend that you never saw coming.

Sleep is not death. Death is not sleep. Neither are what you want them to be. Some nights, sleep is not nice. Some days, death is not welcoming.

Death is an old friend. Sleep ...