“Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?” Asks the moon, resting low.

“Yes,” says the burnt out star, Icarus’s follower.

“It burns hotter than I. It is bigger than I. No one gets close to _us,_ would they come closer to so much? No.”

“That’s sad.”

“It burns anyone who gets close; it is sad.”

The burnt out star looks at the moon. If it had eyes they would be sad too.

“Look at your br...

The King sits idly beside his wife, reading over a bill that had yet to be passed. The bill is written from the concern of the peasants and the sick, stating that because they have no access to the medical supplies they need for the disease going around the slums, workers are dying off and family of said workers are protesting for the goal of more medical supplies to be granted to them.

The King...

I knew the train ride to would be long, which is why I brought a book and a notepad in my bag along with.

I didnt consider the fact that I would have to be seated next to someone due to the trains full-reaching capacity. This was one of the lower class trains after all, maybe I should have expected it.

Ever the wary kind around people whom I did not know, I observed the man who took the seat b...

I should have expected it really, with the way it felt too humid, and the weather reports, of course. But round here, aways way out of the nearest town and even further from the city, the weather reports predictions were more wrong than right.

When I heard thunderstorm, I thought of rain and nothing more. We didnt get too much of that, thankfully. I didnt think id be hearing thunder louder than ...

I want you, dont you see?

Inside and out I want you, and I will have you. My love for you and you only is dirty and rotting but it is love. Ive heard love overpowers anything in the human world, so why don’t you, a human, understand?

I curl myself between the crevices of your body, carving paths to fit in snugly despite your urgency to rid me. This is fine. You dont understand, that I am you n...

A lot of people say that between siblings, its the youngest who’s the parents favourite. Adored by both parents, aunts, uncles and distant cousins. That the older siblings are just the test dummy to parenting, where the adults learn only by mistakes.

Coming from the youngest out of three children, Morgan says otherwise.

See, for as long as she can remember, its always “Dontcha look at what Joh...

Apples drop onto the grass, shaking off the rain. Bright sun gleams onto the grounds. Crows caw perched high on tree branches. Dry shoes now soak into the damp grass, sinking its soles into the mud.

Evelyn says I should come in and warm up. Fifteen minutes later I step back into the house. Grinding my muddy boots on the outside matt, I look up when I hear a familiar sound. Hooves click against t...

In the heart of the city, under the neon lights, our paths crossed, igniting endless nights

We walked in matching clothes on busy roads, in waining rain and huddled hands

You and I had our hands in hearts, clasped tight and crossed, with fingertips dyed in wine red

From those hearts which stained our fingers, we held them to each other’s mouths, open wide with wide eyes as we stained our insi...

Bay begs me to leave, to go on alone. I cannot, so I stay and let him know. “I will not walk this earth without you.” I press my hand firmer against his wound, emphasising my words and hoping to cease the blood flow completely.

Bay does not speak — he cannot in his state. Instead, he looks up at me with those eyes and I look down at him with mine and plead with him to understand.

“So stay with...

Cain has traced this path more times than he can count. He has a habit of circling back every now and then, looking over the place that used to be bustling with cars and people and greenery thats now reduced to dust, sand and rubble.

The path is worn, the street is empty. Maybe some buildings are housing a surviver or two to find home in. Cain’s tried that before, looking for a place to find pea...