The cold, bitter air pushes against him. The very air around the two men seems to thicken; a frozen palate of tension. Vandor stands motionless, limbs rigid from the sheer shock he’s experiencing.

Tipton walks slowly towards him, stopping a mere four feet away. His clothes are bloodied and torn— a sign of the violence he’s been through. In his hand is the crown, chipped and broken.

As if nature ...

Rocks crumble from the side of the cliff,

Falling into the abyss.

My feet rest dangerously on the edge,

Wavering in decision.

A daily routine, to walk to the end,

Watching the surface collapse closer and closer.

The sky is dark, beckoning my decision:

Step off the ledge or walk away.

A rush of wind makes the choice,

Pushing me from the safety of solid ground.

I stumble forward a...

Have I lost my voice?

I call out your name.

You say to be quiet,

But you’d never betray.

Right?

You argue for what you believe

As I listen with full attention.

I try to speak, but you won’t perceive

As I reason against contention.

Maybe I’m wrong.

Maybe you’re right.

But that doesn’t mean you should ignore my plight.

Guess that’s it.

Guess I’m done.

I can’t keep running from ea...

Odd.

That’s the only way to describe it.

How life keeps on going yet I’m watching from the summit.

I look around and everything is gray, a dull, empty world.

But then I close my eyes and color spreads, painting up vivid dreams.

It’s like I’m asleep, but I still am aware.

It’s like I’m not me, but I’m conscious in the world I bare.

In the clouds?

No, in the stars.

Beyond our mind,...

The birds crow a weeping melody, trees clean of leaves.

The sky grows somber, wind brushing by.

It’s a scene familiar enough.

An image all have known.

It’s something deep within.

Possibly in each soul.

The ground is scarred, grass shriveled in despair.

The air grows colder, smoke thickened in the field.

Conjure the moment in mind’s eye.

It’s something fearful, a demise of time.

A r...

Earthquakes no longer feel so foreign to my body.

After all, a broken tower is what I embody.

Shaken and torn, now I feel forlorn.

Guess it’s no wonder ‘gainst friends the warn.

A scale of one to ten, I rate it lower,

As time goes by, I grow much slower,

And I know that it’s alright if I just reach the light!

Yet there’s no ladder that I can climb and no one to help me.

One day the t...

Hidden are the feelings people are raised to shun. It’s a funny thought, really. For example, when he was younger, Gavin lost his favorite stuffed animal, however, he was always scolded for mulling over such a thing. Why be upset? It was just a toy, something that didn’t matter, after all.

Swallow back the aching sensation. That’s something he grew accustomed to. Everyone has. Years passed and w...

The Scarlet Letter, a well-known tale.

The Scarlet Letter, where true love fails.

The Scarlet Letter, branded with shame.

The Scarlet Letter, brought through claims.

Puritan New England, with distilled lifestyles.

Boston, Massachusetts, where sin still defiles.

Hester, oh Hester, a beautiful rose.

Hester, sweet Hester, ensure no one knows.

Hester, dear, keep the lock to your breast.

H...

Then it begins. Our final moments.

A large screen lay across the room, displaying how long we have left to live in bold, red numbers.

“Come on, come on, come on-!” I find myself mumbling under my breath frantically, struggling against the rope that holds me to the chair. My skin burns, and I have to bite my lip as a distraction from the friction. I twist and pull at the rope to no avail. I don’...

Light filters in through the window, glaring slightly in my eye. Adjusting my position, I sigh and lean back in the chair. A plate of cold food lay forgotten on the desk in front of me. I glance around my room before standing to my feet, stretching to relieve my limbs of their ache.

Where is he? He should’ve shown up hours ago. He and I planned to hang out for awhile during the weekend, and alrea...