There is something odd about Chrissy. Everyone knows it, they can feel it, can see it. The only problem is they can’t exactly put their finger on it, explain why they feel it, explain what it off, they just know that it is, that there is something.

One day she’ll come in all smiles, laughing and singing. Then next day she is sulking and sad, looking at people in a way that made even the adults s...

I groan out loud. I’ve been sitting here at this desk for hours. At least that’s what it feels like. Trying to write, trying to think of something to write about, something to get the creative juices flowing again, but nothing comes to mind. I can think of nothing. I look over in my armchair, dosing by the fire is my loyal cat. I ponder about her, what her life is like, what she does all day. I sm...

Dear diary,

I have received the worst news. Though it is not unexpected. I have been feeling terrible for weeks, and now I know why, and I wish I could say it is a comfort… I still hate the news. I am dying, and sooner than is fair. I am sick, and the doctors can do nothing for me.

I have thought a long time before writing my thoughts down, thinking what I can say, what I should say. What do you ...

Sarah and Jenny had traveled all over the content. They had seen all the great wonders of the world. From old statues of great men. To temples build by long dead hands. They had seen the saintly, the profane, to the secular. They had seen everything... except Montre Gorelle. It was once a shrine to the earth goddess, and had long fallen out of use. Though stories of its use still floated around, t...

It happened so quickly, I was driving to work, it was an awful night, the rain was pouring down, the thunder and lightning only made the evening that much worse. Then, I saw it, a semi truck speeding towards me, its horn blaring, the lights blinding me, then a horrible crunch, pain then nothing. No thoughts, no feeling just an empty nothingness. I was dead, killed by a truck that had lost control....

I woke up, tired and still groggy the alarm screaming into my ears. I reach for it, slapping the off button and, sitting up turn the lamp on. Warm light fills the small room and after contemplating going right back to bed, stand up and stretch my back, and wipe the sleep from my eyes. After a few more moments I walk over to the closet, the cool floor on my feet help to wake me up. I pick out my cl...

I stepped onto the beach, and looked around. It seemed to be abandoned, the small secluded island stood in the sea, the waves of high tide slowly coming higher on the beach. The waves lapping at my heels. I take a breath and look up on the peak. The sanctuary looking like it’s starting to fall apart. I need to climb higher, most of this island will be submerged when high tide is in. And as my ride...

I stare at the wall, the many small wooden cases, filled with spoons. Some are commemorative, others show the many travels the collector has been on, but my favorite is a plain spoon, dull patches are setting in, showing it’s age. My great-grandma gave it to me before my first family trip. She collected spoons and wanted me to start collecting them, and get her one whenever I went anywhere. So whe...

Time flows, it always seems that is the case. Marching on towards an unknown end, so will we. Birth starts our journey upon a funny little hunk of rock making it’s way through space. Moving unending life, full of sorrow, joy, love, all shall be felt. Friends need meeting, families made, memories created. Unceasingly progressing onward winding into challenges though not stoped, or untarnished until...

Maria is gone, there’s no beating around that. She was in our lives, she made them better and brighter because of it, but now she is gone. It seems so easy to be sad. And for a time we will be. It will always hurt, there will always be an empty void where she once was. But we can’t live like that, we can’t wallow in the pain. Maria taught us to smile, to live like we had no worries, to live life t...