He was hunched with the weight of this bad deeds. Not by his conscience, his conscience was clear, but all bad deeds come with a burden; as if bad physically exists, is on the periodic table, a fundamental element of the world....

The innocent are often betrayed by the uncaring. Shot in the back with no chance to fight or defend themselves. Often times blank slates veiled as friends betray those who cannot fight. Predators who revel in the suffering and pointless squirming of their victims. When the innocent fight they sink deeper into the trap like the quicksand. They fall into the grasp of the reality of injustice and sta...

Going for a very literal description here. Predator with a capital p. I’m sure the boys will enjoy.

Short, bespectacled and a few pounds overweight, Beckett Rigel was not a particularly imposing man. But what he lacked in appearance he made up for in skill. Beckett was a finance guy, but not just any finance guy. His job as he liked to painstakingly enunciate at parties (he was the guy you learn...

Grasp onto nature’s bars. Climb until your eyes gaze upon the heavens. Danger is around the corner. The predators lurk, searching for a vertebrate on the island. Their jaws slide with aggression against the rocky terrain, sharpening their teeth to be ready for the day. Swiftly, chips disintegrate underneath the heavy stomps of the creatures. The hoard sniffs the aroma of rooting apples topping the...

It was stolen, I can't take it back. My mom won't help me, and my father won't help me. I feel so dirty, I feel so embarressed. I can't help but envision it when I close my eyes in the shower, his warm hands, his sweet smile. He was twice my age, so much bigger, he had the strength of a 16 year old. It wasn't his fault he was a kid too, he has a future too. It was my fault, I don't know why it's m...

He smiles, like a **_wolf_** in sheep’s clothing, wanting to lure you in with a false sense of security.

He observes, watching you like a **_hawk_**, plotting how to pin you down until you’re utterly defenseless.

He circles you and middles your mind as panic sets in, surrounding you like a **_shark_** ready to catch its prey.

When he’s ready he’ll jump up and strike like a **_lion_**, and devour ...

Blue eyes, sweet curls, slow walk,

Soft skin, warm smile, bright hair,

Shallow emotions,

Empty inside.

Kind words, simplicity and style,

Great compliments and goodness,

Fake empathy,

Lovebombing.

“Not heard”, “Don’t care”, “Who, me?”

“My only fault is caring!”

“I’m sorry you’re so sensitive!”

“I didn’t say that!”

“You’re crazy!”

Ghosting.

Helplessly walking into you,

Assault is imminent and mo...

Sam woke with a start, his heart fluttering in his chest and his brow moist with sweat.

As he looked around, he could see a pair of eyes peering back at him, drawing closer. He wanted to cry out, to yell and shout and lash out at the darkness that surrounded him, but he was stopped in his tracks as he felt himself being enveloped.

“Shhh. It’s OK…”, whispered the pair of eyes, and the person at...

She is my clay

Free for me to mold to whatever I wish.

I deserve to.

I made her.

I am her creator.

And I am the person she’s afraid to become.

Her tears are my opportunity.

Her yawns are open doors of manipulation.

Let me mold you daughter.

Let me make you into who I wanted to be.

Let me make you perfect.

You say I don’t know you.

But I’m the one who you are the most like.

Do you assume I don’t ...

You wrap your self up tightly, double checking the locks. Don’t be silly they say, your at home, your safe.

Embarrassed you smile back as you pretend to agree, because of course tucked up in bed there’s no where safer you could be? Right?

Knock, knock, knock

You debate opening that door because going back can’t hurt any more than it did before,right?

Predictable and safe your list is down to tw...