Maggie is a 34 year old woman with an unassuming appearance. She’s average in most ways- average height, healthy weight, decent face. She was never the prettiest girl in school, but wasn’t made fun of either. Boys found her attractive enough, but she didn’t have to fight them off.

She usually doesn’t do much with her chesnut brown hair. It’s either pulled up in a messy bun or hanging around her ...

Maggie has always dreamed of being a mother. After struggling for six years with infertility, she finally had her sweet baby boy, Greyson. He is her whole world and her life finally feels complete. Nothing could be better than this.

However, things don’t stay perfect for very long. She begins to have extremely vivid dreams that bleed into reality. Conversations she thought she had in real life t...

I had to get out of there. I just had to. You don’t understand, it was hell living in that house. I had no other choice. Children are supposed to wake up to the smell of breakfast. They’re supposed to see their dad kiss their mom before they head out for the day. Children are supposed to be wild and curious. They’re supposed to make up games and wrestle around with their siblings. That is what’s s...

I lived over twenty years of my life before you. It was a good, full life. I laughed and I cried before you, I accomplished great things and I failed miserably before you, I was loved and I was heartbroken before you. I lived a lot of life before you. But somehow in the moment of meeting you, I couldn’t remember a single thing about that life.

The first time I looked into your dark eyes and held...

I can’t bring myself to get rid of them. Those vibrant and beautiful roses you brought home still sit on the counter where you placed them, but their life left them long ago. There’s a bed of dry and broken petals laying around the vase. The smell of the dying plant has become so familiar now, I don’t notice it anymore.

These flowers died with you. Getting rid of them somehow means getting rid o...

This has been the longest car ride of my life. It’s so piercingly silent it’s painful. No fan blowing, no music, no talking- I’d even take screaming at this point. But no, I’ve screwed up so badly this time that I’m now subjected to the sound of silent disappoint.

“Mom, I’m so sorry.” Each word comes out carefully as I expect her to cut me off at any point. “I swear I’m gonna work on paying you ...

Is this finally happening? The man who made my life hell for as long as I can remember is dying in my arms.

I used to daydream about how he would die. I used to wonder if he would be in pain when it happened. Would it hurt as much as he hurt me? Every insult hurled at me, every slap across my face, every sinister grin flashed at me, all of it fueled my hatred for him. I hoped for nothing more th...

_Where is that file? I know she sent it to me. _I was meant to debrief the rest of my team on the contents of the file 30 minutes ago, but I cannot find where I saved it for the life of me. I hear some commotion coming from the meeting room down the hall probably because they’ve grown restless waiting for me. _Wait, what is that sound? Oh god, is that a drone-_

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I don’t know how long I’ve bee...

Chauncey is misunderstood. Maybe it’s the exposed bone or the stench of decay that make people fearful. After all, it’s not everyday you come across the undead. But you see, Chauncey isn’t the bad guy in this story. He’s simply the messenger.

You will only see Chauncey when it’s your time to die. He tries to be gentle as he understands how unnerving of a process it can be. He tries to hide his f...