The stars were beautiful tonight. They spanned the night sky; glimmering like jewels on black velvet. In this moment I stood in awe of the majesty before me. A sense of pure childlike joy washed through me. I am alive. I’m all of the universe, among the hundreds of thousands of galaxies, I am here. My existence can’t be a waste because it is a miracle that I am even here. It would have been easy ...

I was struggling to breathe, the air seemed to solidify in my lungs. My friend desperately tried to watch the doctor demonstrate how to administer my cure, but I could tell her panic was overwhelming her. How did it come to this? Who would have thought that such a simple thing could incapacitate me completely. The feeling had completely left my limbs. All I could move was my eyes, but I could hear...

As we feel the wind rushing past us, I think about how freeing it feels. The complete weightlessness, all the stress and pressure melting away. I feel no fear. There is only relief as the water rapidly approaches. Finally we will be set free. I send a prayer to the goddess to guide us home.

When we hit the water I have a flash of pain and then nothing. From that height thankfully it was quick, hop...

I always knew I was different. Things just happened around me; birds would land on my shoulders and head, cats would follow me around, bees would swarm around me. It was not uncommon for me to be uncommonly lucky, I won games of chance easily. People I didn’t like would often have bad things happen to them. I was special and I loved it.

I never officially labeled myself as a witch, not until the ...

She stared at the white styrofoam cup. I knew that expression; stubborn, pouting, and selfish as usual. “Drink it” I snapped. “You have to drink it or they will pump your stomach” I pushed the cup towards her. She looked at me blankly, then stared down at the inky black liquid in the cup.

“I’m sorry” She whispered, eyes filling with tears.

“I don’t care, you should have thought about that before ...

The door creaked open revealing a long forgotten room, I gasped in delight as I saw the bounty before me. Dusty light filtered down from a cloudy, web covered, skylight. Tall, intricately carved shelves spanned from ceiling to floor. The shelves, though caked in grime, had vines climbing up the sides; the leaves turned upward desperately seeking the light. In between the ferns and leaves, peered m...

If silence had a scent I imagine it would be crisp and cold. Have you ever stood outside during the polar vortex? The kind of cold that hurts to breathe in.

Sometimes this cold is refreshing and recharges you. It makes you feel alive and move around. It is brisk and invigorating, exactly what you needed to wake up and get started with your day.

Sometimes it hurts. It stabs like knives and burns. ...

The street light was out. Only one of them, but it was next to a shady alley. The gaping maw of the passage looked before me as I creeped closer. I was alone, heading home from a party.

It’s seemed the smart decision; walking home instead of driving. I had been drinking and couldn’t afford points on my license. Now though, looking at the shadowy entrance before me, I wonder if I should have riske...

The water was dark. The kind of dark that seemed bottomless, sure to have monsters lurking in the deep. Every time my paddle dipped into its murky depths and stirred through the ripples I imagined a hand angrily ripping it from my hands.

As I fought desperately to paddle faster, I whispered a plea for understanding. I did not wish to disturb any resting spirits but I needed to escape, I could hea...

Corritha Bowley was an average princess. She knew how to sew, how to play the harp, and all the steps to the various dances for the abundant balls her parents would throw. What she didn’t know was how in the love of Valbok she would get through her impending engagement.

Her intended was Fargon the Mighty of the southern Provence. The impressive strength of his sword arm was only slightly less imp...