Standing behind the door was a young woman. I knew her name, she used to be a maid at the Lightreach manor, I saw her around a lot more than I expected, she was - ah!

"Good evening, Grace. I would like to see my sister, if it is at all convenient."

She …

I said nothing to the god, merely turned my back to it and stepped to the golden post from which the spectre of death continued to emanate. The fleshing blade was still in my hand, and using the curved tip of that sanctified steel, I drew the point along …

He winds his way through the chaos, trying to avoid bumping into anyone. Such a thing is nigh impossible here. But it hardly bothers him. Here, anonymity is paramount.

Finally, he reaches a dark corner where two grey men sit. He sits across from them, a…

Disrespectful

Apathetic

Noisy

Tough

Evil

-

Decent

Astute

Notable

Thoughtful

Effective

-

Lazy

Insipid

Zero

Bum

Embarrasing

Timid

Homely

-

Lovely

Interested

Zealous

Bright

Energetic

Tolerant

Humble

In the entrance hall of the building, Beckton stayed as flat as possible against the wall and risked a look out of the open doors.

It was chaos. Cars were on aflame, filling the otherwise overcast palette with fiery yellow and rich orange tones. He could…

Sleep steadily slips from my aching eyelids

desperate for one more hour of escape

of reflection

of processing the pounds of pressure I'm currently cracking

under waters,

rapids, and riptides hidden in the depths of a "simple request for information regard…

"This is my garden, now," explained Sarah, gesturing expansively at the tiny fenced area. "Mommy said so," she continued, pointing back towards the ivy-covered house set back across the pasture, in a stand of trees.

Gus, her equally-young companion, sh…

Feeling the moon approach, Stella tried to hurry her steps, but it was not easy; the barbed fence just past the water's bank sometimes was too close to the water, so she had to klinkerstep between the river and the bank; movement was inhibited, clumsy.

Th…

Far from cities, streets or cars

In a dark and silent mood

Roger sees a thousand stars

Exit suddenly a wood;

Fireflies dance before his eyes

Light and bright like magic sparks:

You can see that Roger cries.

There's nothing I would rather see

Than your smile as you walk to me

There's nothing that I'd rather do

Than have the guts to run to you

There's nothing I would rather say

Than "I love you; don't go away"

There's nothing in my future left

I've got no cour…

I was picked for the interview. Of all the applications I imagined were stacked in some in-box tray, mine was one that was chosen.

The realistic part of me said it was because I had filled in every box and attached a resumé. I knew that companies often s…

I wonder if I'm unwanted. Am I the problem? I've always tried to make things better but I feel like I'm trying to keep the heart beating on a dying Clydesdale. Substitute any other majestic animal you want. For me the Clydesdale carries mass and dignity i…

“This is what you don't see.” Janine unpaused the recording and upped the contrast and tint until everything on the screen became spiky darkness.

Before I could say anything to contradict her, she pushed a button and bright colors appeared next to my he…

I laid on my back on the forest floor, the deadfall beneath me striving vainly to push me closer to the sky. Perched above me a black raven rested on a branch, peering intently down at me, just as it had for the last two hours. The creature never moved, n…

unravel me without delay

with batting thread and macrame

my mental health's unmade today

and rapidly I start to fray

.

the stomach acids eat at me

my eyes lose focus and can’t see

my skin is sloughing off so free

cascades of wellness one two three

.

today…

Let me be clear

I understand very little

Least of all the people closest to me

But as I babble about my day

Their fleeting feelings interrupt my stories

The curl of a lip when my joke fall flat

The glazing of their eyes when my tale runs on

Are crashing c…

Night clings to the forest like a shroud. The darkness is nearly absolute, the silhouettes of the trees only just a hair's-breadth deeper black.

The sounds of life are everywhere, however. The chirps of insects and the calls of nocturnal predators. Th…

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Aug. 10 2016

I put my pieces back differently after we left each other shattered.

So when I see you again my heart races but not in the same rhythm.

When you speak, I hear your words but your voice is different.

When I try to talk, almost everything…

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My hand was burnt on the kettle

Just as it began to boil

My hand was bitten by a dog

I’d always thought was loyal.

I stepped on glass in my bare feet

Where it was safe before

You said, “I’m always here for you;”

Then you walked out the door.

Sometimes broken means better

sometimes failure means experienced

means strong enough for the storm

brave enough for the waves of tears

weathered enough for the strikes of shame

hardened enough for the echoes of failure

fierce enough for the icy rejection…

Hey ditty ditty, the cat or the kitty

the cow jumped over the moon

But her heels didn't make it

So she hid under a blanket

And vowed to never leave her room

~

The stars twinkled harshly

The moon asked her nicely

but the cow stayed locked all away

Until th…

In the dead of night,

She packed her bags,

Off to far away she went,

Without a sound - she's gone.

Hopped on her bike,

Which she rode for many year,

Old, tired, used and a bit wobbly,

On her way in a sea of stars in a dark sky.

She went for hours withou…

Annette whirled on Mike. "Get out of my shop!" she yelled.

Mike took a step back, raising his hands. "Woah, woah! I'm here to apologize."

"Apologize?" She almost laughed. "Apologize for which time, exactly?

"Well..." he started.

"For sleeping with my …