You’re over there Down the empty aisle that seems to go on for miles, Surrounded by unfamiliar figures, Unknowingly guarding the path with murmurs and stabbing silence. Just like that night, I can’t seem to move. Their eyes Drown me in condemnation and curiosity. Their bodies Held back by the perception of what mourning should look like: Proper and well-kept on the outside; Wrath and desire to p...

All she ever wanted was side-splitting, life-changing, end-of-the-world type of love. Yet, as she sat alone on her bathroom floor, she realized her world was ending, just not in the way she’d hoped.

“I’m sorry you had to find out that way. We’ve had sexual tension for the past four years," Reagan read from her bright turquoise slide phone — her fourth phone of the month. It was a text from Lana, ...

Mika woke up to her cat, Moos, pawing at her face to shut off the alarm that had been screaming at her for an hour. It was 10 o’clock, three hours past the end of her ritual. Embers were still lit in the backyard, thin smoke traveling with the wind outside her window. This time of the month is the busiest for Mika, preparing for the Moon Dance and having to gather fresh spring water. She had a lon...

The bookstore had always been my escape, but today, it felt different, almost magical. It wasn’t much of shop, more like a hovel at the end of the street. The structure was made of molded wood with a small cafe sign sitting beside the entrance with the “The Owner’s Weekly Read” written on it. This week, it was the Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie.

Walking in the store was my favorite thing about it. Hea...

06-08-2011 Nelly seems to be in a great mood today. She ranted for an hour about her new boyfriend. That’s great and all, but why’s she talking to me about it? She usually tells me to go to my room by now because she “doesn’t want to deal with me.” It’s suspicious, honestly.

06-10-2011 Something just happened. It's either serious or completely nothing. I think we just witnessed a kidnapping. Sta...

Dream Journal: Danny 4-22 I dreamt of not being able to run again. It was typical. I had to use mailboxes to move down a road. But something was different. There was a woman at the end of the road. As I pushed my way to the last mailbox, I could move again, and there she was—a beautiful Brunette in a long, flowy red dress. I couldn't remember much after that, but that was a change I wouldn't mind ...

I know I’m going to die soon. I heard the nurses talking to my parents when they thought I wouldn’t hear. I like to eavesdrop. I sometimes pretend to be asleep or I stuff pillows under my sheets, so it looks like I’m in it. They must not know ‘cause I know everything they say about me. Everyone here thinks I’m naive because I’m their “youngest patient,” but they’d be surprised to know they’re wron...

“The mirror is a portal to another dimension.”

I don’t know where exactly I heard that. I don’t even know where it’s from. My boyfriend says it was a belief back in the early days, that it was debunked a long time ago. But something still pulls me back to it.

When I look in the mirror, I see myself. There’s no portal or ghost on the other end, just me. And yet, I refuse to undress infront of it;...