They’re not terrible. They’re not beautiful. They’re not dead, but they’re rotting.
The roses in the vase that you once gave me, are losing their color.
They are losing their scent. Their thorns fall off with a touch.
You used to keep one by your bed. One of the twelve.
When it started to wither and cave in on itself, you replaced them. It was a simple gesture. It showed how much you love ...
“Do you really love me?” I ask.
It’s late at night and we’re sitting on the living room couch watching a movie. His left arm is around my shoulders and I’m wrapped in a blanket.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” He retorts without even looking my direction.
“I just needed to make sure.”
“Why?” He finally turns towards me. “What do you think this is?”
“I don’t know. You seem so distant lately.” ...
There’s bodies covering the cliffs around me. Perhaps throwing myself off is my only option. I’m sure the waves would catch me. They would treat me kinder than my pursuers.
“Give up now or face death! We have you surrounded. Your men lie dead. It’s either jump or submit yourself for trial by the king.” A soldier on horseback proclaims.
“Over my dead body!” I shout back in retaliation. I practi...
She is too perfect. Everyone who looks at her falls in love.
Hair the color of the moon. Everyone notices her when she walks into a room.
You can’t help but stare at the girl who holds her head a little too high. Who walks with such small steps she appears to be floating.
Every guy dreams of being with her. Every girls dreams of being her.
“Who is she?” “What makes her different?” “Why can’...
“I was just trying to be what you wanted.” The hero trembles. Shaking as though the earth itself was trying to get them to fall to their knees. The blood around me is making me dizzy. “I told you I was willing to go as far as I needed to. I needed you to love me back!”
The villian looks at the hero covered in blood and sighs. “It was my job to give you the world. And now you’ve destroyed it.”
...
We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger. Where the easiest thing to solve is a murder.
They abruptly end, they seem to never cease. Whenever you’re scared, they’re there at least.
What do you think happened at the tracks that end at the oak tree? Or to the young damsel who stops at the creek?
It’s a haunting thing to know, you can retrace the dead. But it’s even worse to neve...
Your skin shines like gold. Your hair just as fine. How I wish someday I can call you mine.
The words I can’t say to you, I dream of every night. Perfecting them incase I get the courage to do.
I turn my head when you sigh. Every joke I make, I listen for your laugh. My friends call me crazy, for loving someone like that.
Maybe someday things will change. Maybe someday I’ll look at you and yo...
When I look in the mirror, I see you behind me. Haunting me. Taunting me.
You stare into my soul and at every fragile part of me, because who am I without you?
You’ve seen my worst. After all, you caused it.
I see you grab my hands. Pet my head. Steal all my innocence.
You were my undoing. Now I can’t do anything without you in the back of my mind.
When I look in the mirror, I see you behi...
“Sarah Bolluck. You have hereby been accused of witchcraft. What have you to say for yourself?”
“Nothing that will change your mind.”
“Then let her be hanged!”
The crown roars. Pitchforks and lanterns at the ready.
It’s very early in the witch trials. Only a few accused so far. Sarah Bolluck has always been the most obvious.
From people claiming her eyes change colors, to the paleness of he...
1. 2. 3.
I hear shuffling behind me.
4. 5. 6.
A door shutting.
7. 8. 9.
Giggling from down the hallway.
10.
Utter silence.
“I’m going to find you.” I call out into the darkness.
Starting with the most obvious places, behind doors, under beds, in cabinets, dang they’re good.
I hear the sound of a tin can falling from the kitchen and sneak inside.
I open the door and yell, “gotcha!” Ri...
