It’s unmistakable. The soft glow of these creatures in the fog. The dimming sky lets me know that they’re coming out soon. I shudder. It’s a cool night, and I didn’t wear nearly as many layers as I should have. Chestnut, my brown horse, whinnies in alarm. My head rapidly turns, my eyes darting around to see what could have startled him. I knew there was only one thing here that could. ...

I feel my heartbeat in my head, making its way down to my fingertips. I am running. The tunnel I am running in is collapsing, caving in on itself. Chunks of dirt and rubble rain down on me, showering my skin in an unwanted array of soot. Why did I think this was a good idea? Risking everything to steal this piece of junk, and for what? To be rich? To bring glory to my family? Well, forget ...

It’s easier to tell someone the truth when you can’t see their face. Like a news reporter, repeating horrific events with their words Without so much as a single tear. Or like some coward Too afraid to tell their partner that they think they need to take a break. So they do it over text. Like someone who leaves a letter, saying they’ve ran away From home. From their life. From the person who’s hea...

The day had been good, the first of a weeklong church event called Sonblast. The beach day in Panama had been fun. The children, around 7-9 at the time, were being crowded towards the beach by the adults. Pastor Austin, the kids Pastor at the time, had brought his guitar out so that everyone could sing worship songs on the beach before dark. Under the purpling sky, the group sat on the cooling s...

Freedom is a weird thing, that’s for sure. What is it, really? Does anyone want complete freedom? Does everyone want to be freed from rules, from order? From any control at all? Would the world be more wonderful, or just chaotic? Would people be happier, or would it break humanity? What is freedom? To be completely liberated from all rules and order? So you have almost no idea what your doing or...

Something about this place… It had felt off as soon as she had stepped onto the dock. She followed her friend Skylar to the edge of the water. The wood was damp with lake water and mist hung in the air. She could smell the wet earth. All the trees had been stripped bear by early Winter. Piles of dead and decaying leaves sat unmoving. The only sign of life around the lake was the occasional twitter...

She couldn’t look in the mirror. She was afraid of what she might see. She was used to her dirty blonde curls. Not the blank face monster that would look back at her. She chanced a glance at the mirror’s reflective surface, slightly clouded with age. She had to quickly divert her gaze back to her feet. It wasn’t her. It wasn’t her. The black face in the mirror. The glaring, silver eyes. It wasn’...

The scene was glorious. To the ordinary person, all they would see was the whiteness. The frigidness. To them, it would be empty. Like an empty house with white walls and no heater. Only coolness. Empty, white, and freezing. I see the colors. Each and every shade as it bounces off of the snow as if it was a trampoline. Simply reflecting. The freezing wind rushes across my face, adding a crimson t...

It was wonderful. It was normal, of course, but it managed to take her breath away every time. She lay on her back, her face tilted to the sky. The grassy hill provided the perfect place to watch the sunset and then stargaze. At this time of year, it was the best time to do so. Summer slowly shifted into fall, painting the trees the color of flames. The Earth seemed to be in the middle of a cool, ...

What I’m the world? My head is spinning. The daily prompt for English Class is “Make a story about a hero that saves the town”. What does the teacher think we are, kindergarteners? I miss the creative prompts that Mrs.Brewer used to give us. They weren’t so vague. Okay, think. What could be the name of your hero? What super powers do they have? Everyone is going to say something like “Flying” or ...