Yes. The sweet stench of death. I know it all too well, and now it comes for me.

But what happens next? That has always been on my mind. Shall the good deeds and defenses save me from the doom that follows me? Or not? Shall I go to paradise or elsewhere? Shall a waste my soul away? Will it be consumed by the darkness? Or have I done enough?

Those men in the trenches, fate should know that I d...

Night comes. Bury the dead. Pray they won’t haunt you.

But he still holds onto her. He stays there until the last half breath leaves her body. She had told him she loved him just a minute before the blood spread across her chest. And his god forsaken voice said he didn’t love her back. Now look what they’d become.

His sweet songful voice fills the air as she closes her heavy eyelids.

“tu écla...

Crystals of snow covering rooftops

Mist falling on freezing eyelashes

Frozen hands grasp a warm mug

Catching snowflakes on tongues

Mist falling on freezing eyelashes

Dancing in falling stars

Pirouette under the Mistletoe

Frozen hands grasp a warm mug

Dancing in falling starts

Holding mitten-wearing hands

Peppermint bark flavored lips touch

Pirouette under the mistletoe

Holding mitt...

A golden glow,

A dress hem soaked in morning dew

The faint tune of a banjo

As tree branches dance

But the dear sun

And the wondrous day

Missed her moon

She prayed the night may once again bloom

She missed the romantic swoons

The secret midnight ballet

The piano singing a phantom tune

As dreams turn over in minds

So she prayed the day away

In hope that her love may come...

I am an old and war-torn man with a piece of knowledge to share:

You are going to die

One day, a black coated magician with a scythe as a wand will do to you what he has done to all other humans. In a loud and booming voice he will say, “Your time is up. Better run!” But you will be stuck in your place, like cement. He will then gather up your soul for judgment, leaving your leather and saggin...

I took my last drag of the cigarette, then stubbed it out in the ash tray, extinguishing the crimson light. I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes.

When I opened them, I saw the thousands of blinkering city lights. I smiled to myself. All of these buildings, I thought, they are practically my possessions, however, I still wasn’t happy. I could have anything I wanted and in just a single...

When I was young, I would look in the mirror and see all my insecurities. I would stand there and try on 50 different outfits and drench my face in makeup.

“What do you see?” That’s what my grandma would ask me when I looked into the mirror. I would recite the phrase that had been coded into my brain after so much repetition, “I see a pretty girl.”

My grandmother would nod her head, but...

The cuts on her wrist,

Little red marks

“I’m fine” she insists.

But I know she’s not.

I remember at her age,

I just played games.

And laughed with my friends.

What has the world done to these children?

Back in first grade,

She smiled every day.

Now she’s not even fifteen,

And she wants to leave.

I confiscated the knife.

I’m still worried for her life.

So fragile, so strong

I love her, she ...

TW: death, guns

“This isn’t you!” I cried. What had happened to him! His peace loving self had turned vengeful, hateful.

I stood before opposite him in the dark, square room . He was the leader of the resistance, turned government slave. He sharpened his knife, ignoring me.

“Please!” I yelled, “I promise that you’re not like this!” I was going to make him listen to me, no matter the cost. “I p...

TW: Suicide, homophobia, knives

The sky ignites as the sun breaks into view, but a certain darkness still lurks in every corner of the shadowy forest.

A hooded figure strides on the damp leaf trail, five yards in front of me. When I saw them pass, I caught a glimpse of them under their cloak. It must be them. But in the woods of Nightlock, you could never be too careful. This was a place wh...