As I set my easel against the wall, my heart somersaults when I feel a gentle tug on my hair. Long blonde locks litter the tower floor, spilling over the window sill. Nothing else to indicate a visitor though. No hooves galloping in the distance, nor any piercing, beastly roars echoing in the night. Only silence couples the crackles of the fire. Nevertheless, the pull was unmistakable.Continue reading “Deliverance by Nola Prevost”
He didn’t understand what to do. Jacoby was at a loss for words, though his mind was on a never-ending marathon. One sentence racing right past the next.
This isn’t happening. I’m dreaming. Everyone’s lying. This is all a nightmare.Continue reading “Jacoby”
A short story I’ve worked on to bring awareness to rape survivors and the importance in listening to them. This creative piece shows the double-standard in society and the effects that our actions can have on others. Warning: This content portrays rape, self-harm, and domestic abuse and may be triggering to some people.Continue reading “What Could Layla Do?”
Chris had been fascinated with the Garden of Arms since they were a small child.Continue reading “Garden Of Arms”
I dive into the back of the taxi, chest heaving as the scent of fake leather and fast food wraps around my body.
“Thomas!”Continue reading “Game On”
Note: This features topics of sexual child abuse and rape that may be triggering.
It was the small things that set off the memories; the tick, tick, ticking of the clock in the living room as the wooden pendulum swung back and forth, back and forth; the smell of peppermint gum on my friend’s breath, or of the candy cane I ate at Christmas; even the taste of the air in my house had vomit burning the back of my throat.Continue reading “Power”
There’s something strange and addicting about that new apartment smell. I’ve only known it a few, sweet times in my life and one not so sweet time. It’s a thrilling mixture of sweat, hard work, excitement, and nervous jitters.Continue reading “A Single Step”
“You wife’s passed away.”
The cigarette that’d been dangling from my lips finally takes that final leap, falling until it hits the stone walkway. My brown-eyed gaze travels with it, taking in the black ashes speckling the light tan of the sidewalk cement. I’d been on my way home from the school, my last class having just let out.Continue reading “The Window”
The chill ran up Zach’s spine before he heard the sickly sweet voice.
“You’re so busted.”Continue reading “Boss Fight”
Alright, not gonna lie here; when I picked up this novella, I was ready for the same storyline I’d watched on TV countless times before. Let me tell you now, if you pick up this novella with the same thoughts in mind, you will be sorely disappointed.Continue reading “Review: I Am Legend by Richard Matheson”