The fog mists in every direction like a thick curtain, not even the light from my lighthouse can break through. Everything is wet from the storm that rages outside angry and getting angrier by the second. A noise is the only thing that’s able to cut through, faint at first, but becoming louder and louder. The most beautiful singing I have ever heard in my whole life beckoning me toward it. First o...
The near silence was enveloping. The only sound was broken glass crunching under my heavy boots. This was the norm ever since everything crumbled. The world was under massive pressure. The economy, environment, political climate; it was all just too much. Society crumbled. It started out as small pockets of unrest here and there, but as greed kept barreling full force, head on like a bullet train ...
John sits in the conference room scrolling his phone and sipping the cheap, bitter coffee that was slightly viscous Joan, the receptionist, had made that morning. She went home early when everyone realized this is a slow day, and it has been unusually slow. Usually there would be walk ins, visitors, nice old ladies bringing cookies, the odd petty criminal being escorted in in handcuffs but today t...
As the hazy light filtered through the trees Wren inhaled deep the cool crisp early morning air. Their mind blank, the only sounds were the white noise of the water and forest around them. This was Wren’s meditation, their happy place, these moments before the world was filled with activity of their fellow human. They took this most precious time to think, ponder, clear their mind. There was the s...
My hands were submerged nearly to my elbows in soapy dish water. This was my least favorite chore, but at least the water felt warm on my skin. I remember scrubbing a plate vigorously with a textured sponge, and kicking myself for leaving them so long.
It was partially my boredom with the task at hand, partially my curiosity that had been building for the last several days at the smell that had ...
He was almost to the counter. He felt the note he planned to pass to the teller in his pocket like a lead weight. He wondered how things made it this far, or got to be this bad. This was always the point in the robbery he heard the nagging voice in his head tell him ‘it’s not too late, you can still turn around and walk out the door. No harm no foul!’ But he was next in line there was no turning ...
The small town pub is packed on Saturday, as usual, with miners looking to let off a little steam. You can’t hear yourself think over the chattering, yelling, singing, and thunderous laughter that erupt. A fire blared in the monstrous, stone fireplace that took up a whole corner of the room. The alcohol fueled festivities came to an abrupt stop when a young man, no more then 22, burst through the ...
I am the only one brave enough, dumb enough, desperate enough to take the night shift. Digging graves at night alone is not an ideal way to spend the night, but it puts food on the table and money is tight right now.
The crisp, wet, earthy smell fills my nose, soaking itself into my clothes and hair. I feel as though I’m inhaling the earth, permanently attaching itself to me. The silence is deaf...
Galèa rises to her feet from her crouching position, and takes a deep breath in the early evening air. She looks out, admiring the large expanse of land filled with any plant they could need for food, medicine, or any other purpose. This is her happy place: the smell of the dirt and plants, the feel of them between her bare toes and the sun shining down on her skin, warm and comforting. She feels ...
“The world will burn.” Says a tired looking man in a button up shirt tucked into khaki pants that are both at least a size too big. The belt around his waist the only thing holding his pants in place.
“It’s going to be bad.” Jittery and worn he moves his hand in a shrugging motion, wafting smoke from the cigarette in his fingers in front of his face. As if just remembering it was there he puts i...
