Alma, Clara, Josephine, Sierra and I sit in a semicircle around the appaloosa, trying desperately to save her or at least her baby. 

I sit there, feeling helpless and catch Sierra looking the same way. Her face looks distant, but she gives me a nod symbolizing something like respect. But for what? I haven’t done anything. 

I heard Clara give a shuddering sigh and my head snaps back to the horse....

Plain is good. Plain is safe. Safe means people will love you for who you are. But safe is dangerous. Dangerous because you will never know when that love fades. 

I had been at the ranch at this point for five days. Three days since Aunt Clara and I… fought. And it's felt like years. Ranch life means always having responsibilities and living monsters depending on you. 

 I walked into the dining ...

I was awoken by a rooster.

 Not in the normal, stereotypical, ‘cocka-doodle-doo,’ but a literal rooster, just lying on my legs like he was the family dog. I in return, screamed, then ducked under my blanket like there was a monster under my bed, though in this case, over it.

The rooster was startled at my scream and began clucking around, its talons digging into my legs from their supposed safet...

Once everyone finished and Sally cleared the table, Clara turned to me.  “How- how  are you, Haven?” She stuttered. I hated, but somehow deeply enjoyed i had that affect on her.  _Let her feel awkward when she looks at me. Let her regret not taking me in when i needed her most. _I look at her sourly. “Im fine.” I snap, a little more rough than i meant it, even for her. She nodded, stiff. “Alright-...

Who came up with the word forever? Why would someone make a word that fills people with a sense of false hope that always ends in tears and pain. Nothing lasts forever. Friends, happiness, love, and i could go on and on talking my head off about the pain that word gives me, but whats the use? Everyone knows that already. But i never did. I mean, of course I knew that nothing literally lasts foreve...

checking my weight still underweight but i have to be less

frowning at the scale glaring at the mirror but no matter, i’m still a mess

why do i wish for a flatter stomach when all i do is overeat

how come i beg to just finally look pretty when those are standards i’ll never meet

under 100 just checked today but my ‘friends’ all claim they are less

their hourglass shape compared to my awkward ...

14+ my friends, definitely not for those with a weak stomach and no gore tolerance 😓

“Ma’am, are you okay?” Carey chuckled at the question. She was covered in blood and had a nasty gash at her left temple.

The chuckle turned into a hysterical laugh. “Okay? You think I’m okay?” The blood from her gash started pooling at her lips, the taste of red dripping into her swollen mouth.

Carey stag...

It all started with the old cars hidden in the woods. I didn’t ever watch the damn news. Being a 37 year old office manager, somehow my agenda never made time for it. Oh hell, I lived in St. George, Utah, nothing happened there, why would I watch it?

Then how come 4 cars were lined up off to the side of the dirt road? I’d taken the long way home, missing the turn and Google Maps lousy directions,...

Start with the structure. Required part of the sketch. No real image needs to come from it, only a glimpse at the actual pose. mostly squares and circles connected by a thin line.

Then move on to guidelines. turn that circle that barely resembles a head into a more appropriate shape, copying that same instruction until the guidelines resemble a body shape.

Finally add details. My pencil flew ac...

Strong language, detailed descriptions of gore. I’ll advise not to read if these topics bother you in any way. Thank you for your time. :)

I’ve always been a good liar. No particular reason. If I want to get my way, I’ll pull out any fib, lie or falsity and spoonfeed it to whoever blocks my path. Sometimes it’s little things. Pulling an allnighter to play Minecraft all night and claiming I was ...