Magic is what happens when the sun rises,

the golden light warming your skin with

beautiful colors and trees of all sizes.

This is where we all begin....

I’m starting to get cold.

Maybe I should stop being bold,

‘Cause I play poker and never fold.

This game of life is getting old.

But now I’m ice,

And not so nice.

I’m rolling the dice,

And paying the price.

They say do it once but I did it twice.

Now I know that life’s a liar

I’ll never find hot desire.

I’ve never been a crier,

But maybe I should end it with fire.

Maybe then I won’t feel so col...

“Anna!” a deep voice hissed.

I shivered, my body cold as if someone slipped an ice cube down my back.

I held my breath, listening for his footsteps. All I heard was the soft pad of his socks as each foot hit the floor.

“I know you’re in here somewhere, love.” his British accent was thick, words slurred yet gentle.

I exhaled after locking my bedroom door, then glanced at my clock.

2:46AM

I di...

Her rich, chocolate-brown skin was creased in a thousand wrinkles, her puffs of black hair—peppered with white— like dark clouds over her gaunt cheeks.

She looked fine.

“Hello, daring.” she crooned, her voice withered and scratchy.

“H-Hello?” I asked, eyes darting from her dark eyes to the grey stall door, open yet blocked by her scrawny figure.

“Oh! My apologies.” She exclaimed ...