June 2, 1622

Everyone is dying from the sickness that entraps our camp. We’ve been here for weeks, and I’m starting to lose count. With trying to keep track of the days and the number of people we’re losing each day, I’m going insane.

How does one stay sane in a time like this?

I’ve yet to succumb to the sickness, it hasn’t infected me yet but it’s only a matter of time before I’m swept up with ...

The crushing weight of the metal debree that lay across my body, cutting into my chest, suffocated me slowly.

I lay, unable to call out as I watch the rescue team help the last of the survivors, so they thought. I try calling, screaming, any noise that would draw them away from the plane and to me, but nothing comes. The air leaves my lungs with each noiseless scream.

The snow shifts below, si...

I pull the pack of truth or dare cards that I bought at the antique store earlier today with my friends. “Who’s ready to play truth or dare?” I ask, excitement filling my voice.

Everyone hoots and hollers before rushing over to the table, popcorn overflowing bowls that they drop on the table.

The cards are stiff as I mix them. The thin gold strip lining the edges of the black cards shimmers as ...

The old mansion on the hill was said to be haunted, but curiosity got the better of a group of friends one Halloween night. As they stepped inside, the door slammed shut behind them, sealing their fate. The air grew colder with each step, and whispers echoed from the walls. They stumbled upon a dusty mirror, and to their horror we, their reflections were missing. Suddenly, one of them vanished, le...

I clutch the dagger, gold lacing throughout the handle. Warmth creeps into my hand as I think about my father, how he held it in his hands the same way I hold it in mine.

I’m privileged to continue his legacy, the gift he bestowed on me.

I sit in the shadows, silent, like I’m meditating, just like father taught me. I grip the dagger tightly, yet relaxed, ready and waiting for the man who will s...

I can’t do this anymore. the thoughts whirling inside my mind never cease, never let me rest or relax. Everytime I close my eyes my past haunts me with terrifying images. It’s like I can hear the screaming of my father in my ear even though he’s not here. I can feel his hot breath on my neck, the smell of alcohol flooding my nose.

His memories will forever haunt me.

The things he’s done to me, t...