The old dog woke as daylight began to creep through the bedroom. He blinked his tired eyes. “Another day,” he thought. Something in the dog told him it was time to get up. He forced his body to move, and slowly, creakily, he got himself onto four legs. Wearily he walked over to the bedside and waited for his human’s alarm to sound. In a moment, the alarm was blaring, and the dog was nuzzling the h...
My stomach caved in with an eerie force… the effect of the last sunset I will ever see. My heart thuds inside my chest; full of longing to see more sunsets, and sunrises, and rain showers, and flowers blooming in the field, and leaves changing colors on the trees, and, and, and… The longing inside me is like a physical pain, a wound deep inside. It cannot be healed.
I sigh as I turn away from th...
The young man paced back and forth across the room, running his fingers through his hair. He had done this so many times that his hair was standing on end, nearly completely vertical. His frustration showed in his body; his shoulders up, his neck tense, his hands flexing open and shut. A grey tabby cat watched him from the table. The cat wasn’t ruffled; he would often have these pacing spells. Abr...
His eyes are eager, observant, and bright. His brow is thoughtful, and flanked by unruly strands of strawberry-blonde hair. His nose is straight and full, covered in a myriad of freckles. His chin is pointed and small; the cheek bones high and round. His smile is wide and toothy; the adult front teeth protruding from the rest of the baby teeth, giving an impish air. His gaze is at once playful and...
Sarah is sound asleep. She breathes softly, barely audible above the noise of the oscillating fan in the corner. The digital clock on her bedside table blinks 5:58am. The first glimmers of a gray dawn are showing outside her window. The room is ordinary enough. A small desk under the window is littered with writing paraphernalia; notebooks, scattered bits of paper, a multitude of pens, and a small...