When looking in the mirror,

What do I see?

A face of innocence,

A face like me.

But the deeper I gaze,

Past the glassy veil,

Where shadows dance,

And spirits wail.

Hands reach out,

From the depths of flame,

A chilling whisper,

Calling my name.

The forest around me,

Twisted and dark,

Reflects the chaos,

In my heart....

Mae stood at the end of the pavement, her eyes and heart heavy with sadness and excitement as she hefted her luggage into the trunk of her car. The bustling city that was once her dreams and protector, had now felt like prison bars being engulfed around her. In the past, Mae thought of the hums of traffic and the symphony of the city had been a miracle, a lullaby even, but now, It was too much to ...

It was Saturday morning, the first day of the weekend and the first day since my parents left for their tropical getaway out of country. They left yesterday, at noon, and they let me stay home from school. They departed with their suitcases and tropical shirts and sunglasses, awaiting the airport in an lighthearted mood. I watched them drive off in our grey Honda Chevy. About a month ago, my mothe...