The tension fills the room. No one makes a sound as their eyes lock together. She is focused on winning. He stares blankly. The sound of barking breaks through the room. He turns his head and begins licking his paws. The girl breaks out in a smile and giggles. Fist pumping in the air, she …
The touch of your hand The strong grip as it holds mine The comfort it brings An innocent move Ignites the love inside me So sweet and divine As our hands connect I look at you and promise, “I’ll never let go.”
Some say that the pen is mightier than the sword, And I have proof of that strength. With the flick of my wrist, I can make people and scenes come to life. The words flow across the pages of my journal, And then they leap into the brain of the reader. Words meticulously craft the …
I smile even though I’m not okay. I laugh just to hide the pain. I close my eyes and fall deeper into the dark abyss. The darkness swallows me every time. Then I open my eyes and start it all over again.
We joked. We laughed. She waltzed out in the morning and trudged back in the afternoon. After an early afternoon snack, we tried to cook our next meal. I set up the kitchen table. She started a fire on the stove. If only for the safety of us, we decided to eat ramen and remember …
I love shopping for gifts, but not when it's for someone I don't know. Why was I the one chosen to buy the gift for our new boss? If he hates it, they'll just throw me under the bus. As I walk down the sidewalk mumbling to myself, I look up and happen to catch …
I’m holding on for dear life. The instructions from the man on the recording beats around in my skull. I know who he is. Everyone does. Jigsaw came for me. Screams are leaving my mouth as I stare down below. What I first thought were fans are much deadlier than that. I look across from …
I open the door to her room. All of her stuff is still there, but the cold is unnatural. She never liked the cold. We never talked about her dying because I didn’t want to face that inevitably. I know she had said once that she will be with me in spirit, but why can’t …
The beginning of fall brings changes throughout this wooded area. The leaves are changing colors, and the wind whips around my face just a bit more. As I stray from the path and walk between the trees, I hear a sound from above. I look up, and a raven stares back at me. It flies …
Sweat beads on my forehead. My eye twitches ever so slightly. The knot in my stomach tightens. I’m afraid of what I will face behind that door. I begin to reach for the handle, when it starts rattling. What fear am I about to face?
