_Humans, such unimaginative creatures. I will give a few of them credit, they could smell my otherworldliness. My last victim, as I went in for my kill, I could hear the hairs on his his arms stand up, sweat trickled slowly down his neck. He knew I wasn’t who I appeared to be, but never in a million years would he have guessed my true form. I enjoyed my meal, but as luck would have it, someone saw...

_In a hazy, evening glow, his face slips in and out of focus. I know that face, and yet I don’t. There are no concrete features. I couldn’t tell you what color his eyes were, or how tall he is, or the shape of his face, but I knew him. Deep in my soul, I knew that face. As recognition sunk in, I felt my stomach drop. My hands became clammy, my heart rate picked up; my once slow, steady breath, cau...

“Mother, why do the stars light up the sky?”

“To guide you home whenever you are lost.”

“Mother, why does the wind whip in my face?”

“To fill your nose with natures most precious scents.”

“Mother, why does the bird let the fledgling fall when learning to fly?”

“So it knows that failure is the first step to success.”

“Mother, why does the sun set and the sky get dark?”

“So you know that even in you...

He was a murderer. Scum of the earth, the worst kind of man (or woman), you would ever meet. He tormented his wife, made her fear for her life every moment of every day, until there were no moments left. He killed her, that much I’m certain about it. But he was clever, more clever than I gave him credit for. Every track, neatly covered, every piece of evidence somehow pointing to nowhere and no on...

There’s something romantic about Autum. The plants that blossomed in spring and thrived in the warm summer breeze, slowly decay. But in that decay is a canvas of warm auburn, burnt orange and red hues. It’s a warm glow, lighting up the trees and forest floor. It might be the end for the plants, but for love, it’s the start of something warm, cozy and epic. In this haze of autumnal glow, we find ou...