“I’m worried about her.” Faye said, looking into my eyes intensely. She had every reason to be worried. Our friend Alora who was braiding her hair in the reflection of Siren Lake had just been gilted, and she didn’t know it yet. She already donned her practically ethereal white gown and her golden tattoos glimmered and shimmered in the sunlight that peeked through the trees surrounding the lake. T...

I felt the cold stream of sweat drop from my forehead as I stared at him. I watched him from a tiny crack within a large pile of desks that had been haphazardly thrown on top of each other. I had managed to outrun him and hide throughout his entire killing spree in the building, but he and I both knew it wasn’t over until it was over. If he wasn’t looking for me yet, he definitely would be soon. A...

I could hear the music in the distance, the bass pulsating in the skeevy restroom, practically shaking the mirror I was staring in. Sweat glistened on my brow, causing my bangs to stick to my forehead. I did my best to make them look more attractive, but quickly gave up with a huff. I leaned closer to inspect my makeup, and decided to reapply my lipstick. Dude Killer this shade was called, a dar...

He was gone, now. Every morning, while I was checking how I look or doing my makeup, he would come up behind me, hold me, and stare at my reflection with me. He would smile, kiss my neck, tell me I’m beautiful. His reflection didn’t appear this time. He was gone. I stared into the mirror willing him to come back. I stared into my own eyes. I had dark circles under them from lack of sleep and cryin...

I could see the house ahead in the distance, I let out a sigh of relief. I had been walking for hours on this seemingly endless path and the sun was just starting to set. I was cold, hungry and tired and seeing that house up ahead gave me hope that I could finally get some rest.

I picked up the pace a bit and continued down the path when I suddenly heard rustling near by. I stopped and turned in...

This is the second crash this week I thought to myself as I shoveled up snow around the ship. This one was bigger than the last one, but they looked similar. As much as I would like to be amazed and intrigued by this scientific and historic marvel, I couldn’t shake the feeling of just wanting to change my cold, wet socks as I shoveled small pile after small pile of snow, digging up the alien spa...