Although I couldn’t see, something told me that I wasn’t alone in the cellar. Maybe it was the way the water changed tones as it dripped from the pipe onto the ground. Perhaps it was how before my flashlight had died I had come down here to investigate what had caused the ruckus I had heard. The cellar was damp and musty, not a single thing of value down here but heirlooms were placed in totes on ...

The field was an array of color, splashing the green with vibrant pinks, blues, and yellows. Flowers danced with every breeze as if they were performing a ballet eager to please the audience. Bees hummed in their hives making their honey and tending to their queens as they would usually do. Among this serenity lies a small shadow of a deer silent as she ran through the flowers as if she would neve...

The sparkly epoxied countertops had been the staple of the newly renovated art room. The cabinets below painted a soft blue, a few doors of their hinges still. Paint splattered against the cool white tiles of the floor in a mess of brown mixed together by all the foot traffic through the room. Sun catchers lit the walls with speckles of rainbows as the wind outside blew softly with the autumn bree...