Nyra Helmsmore knows obsession intimately. She’s lived in its shadow, felt its pull, and now it’s consuming her, all because of him—Wrenn Silacor. With his striking gray eyes, effortless charm, and a perfection that seems otherworldly, Wrenn has become her entire world. She’s studied him, followed him, and convinced herself that she understands him in ways no one else can.

But Wrenn is more than ...

Light bursts through my closed eyelids, forcing me to open my eyes, yet I can hardly focus on the world around me. The brightness makes everything seem distant and blurred, as though I’m submerged in fog.

“She’s awake!” A voice cuts through the haze. A woman in a blue outfit is talking, calling out to someone else. Their voices fade in and out of comprehension, like muffled whispers.

I try to si...

I gaze upon her perfect figure,

Pale and flawless,

Smooth like polished ivory,

Cool as frost on a winter’s morning.

Her lips are red,

Like the rose bouquet I gave her,

It was her birthday, after all.

Her dress, white and soft,

Like clouds or pure innocence—

But there’s a stillness in the fabric.

Her neck wears a purple necklace,

New, amethyst perhaps?

Clings tight,

As if to hold her here.

Her ...

I swirl my glass of Cabernet wine, plastering an interested smile on my face as my date continues droning on about the monotonous and uninspiring life of a corporate office worker.

The man’s pathetic, really. He’s been complaining about his boss and his job for the past hour, never once asking me a question or even noticing my waning attention. I can tell he’s the kind of guy who lacks the drive ...

It’s….beautiful…

The trees dance beneath an ethereal glow,

Golden light gleaming where shadows grow.

They crackle and split, their laughter as fire,

Ashes ascending, dark plumes climb higher.

Smoke weaves soft sashes, the sky it mars,

Flowing like waves in a sea of golden stars.

The light drifts gently on the night’s cool breeze,

A fleeting warmth through the whispering trees.

I reach to catch ...

They must think I’m deaf.

I sigh, adjusting the collar of my mahogany turtleneck sweater as I stroll through the hallowed halls of Saint Winston’s College. Tossing my hickory-colored hair over my shoulder, I glance at my phone, feigning indifference to the stares that follow me. A clique of girls leans against their lockers, snickering loudly enough to ensure I hear.

“Looks like they’ll let anyo...

The sun sets upon my rainy day,

Thunder crackles, demons cackle—

They know I’ve reached the end of the road.

My eyes burn, heavy with grief,

No longer do I yearn for relief—

Your betrayal lingers, bitter on my tongue.

You, Judas, with your sweetened lies,

Kiss my cheek and meet my eyes,

Guiding them to me with your cunning smile.

They hand you the silver, blood on their hands,

You take the weig...

**Drip**

**Drip**

**Splat**

Tears fall like raindrops from the sky,

Marring her small, freckled face.

She sniffles,

Breath stuttering,

She chokes on air,

Tears at her clothes, clutching her dying heart—

But she dares not scream.

No… she must be silent.

Her eyes puff red,

**Drip**

**Drip**

Her tears soak the floor once more.

No one understands.

**Drip**

**Drip**

And how could they?

**Drip**

**...

The color of a winter maze,

Of frozen snow and icy days.

The shade of innocence, pure and free,

A babe untouched by destiny.

The haze my thoughts retreat into,

While gazing at the pearly hue.

A fleeting breath, a world turned still,

The quiet white of nature’s will....

**Wrenn Silacor.**

I want him.

I need him.

I press myself against the rough corner of the brick building, watching as he strides leisurely down the bustling street. His auburn hair gleams under the artificial glow of the streetlights, each strand bouncing with every confident step. That steely gray gaze of his cuts through the night like a blade, and though his eyes don’t land on anyone in parti...