“This is NOT crossable!” Aldo says turning his back on the bridge.

“Well, it is just about the only way without hiking through a canyon full of Iret Spiders.” I said looking downwards, though the ravine was shrouded in its usual mist I knew that deadly creatures lurked down in it. Aldo turned and looked down too, his eyebrows scrunched together in his worry face.

“Well let’s cross.” I say gesturi...

It was late at night, just me and Xander walking down East Widdleford Street when we hear a awful, retched scream erupt from nearby. Xander was startled and looked around wildly for the source, I followed suit doing exactly as he did, searching for the creator of the noise. It came again, that horrible sound.

“Joey, it’s coming from the graveyard over there.” Xander whispered to me. I looked wher...

My hands reach up to the unforgiving sun,

My palms meet forming and arrow that I point at the water.

A sound resonates in my ears, my legs and feet act;

Pushing me off the platform, I fly through the air…weightless.

First my hands then the rest meet the water, it flows through my fingers like sand as I pull forward,

My legs power through, vigorously kicking in sync movements.

Breathe in.

O...

We say coolly;

“I. Don’t. Care.”

But really, in the deepest crevices of our mind.

The ravines of our heart,

The cracks in our words, they wobble on our tongue.

Unsure.

Do we care?

Just act natural.

They won’t notice, our sleepless nights.

Our aching bones, and our shaking hands.

Just. Act. Natural....

This is our Life,

Our lives.

Our homes.

Our Water.

Our Generation’s.

Our future, generations.

Our World.

Though, we can’t take care of it, why?...

It was straight out of a Hallmark film.

I was just off the beach of Puerto Rico when I stumbled upon this abandoned hotel. It gave me the creeps at first but my curiosity got the best of me and I ventured to the doorway, or…what was once a doorway. The building had mini dunes of the pale gray sand with cigars poking out, this was clearly a place for squatters or other people looking for a place n...

Red and Silver.

Different as can be;

But me, a drop of red in a silver sea;

With powers of electricity.

Rise, red as Dawn.

(Based upon the book ‘Red Queen’ by Victoria Aveyard)...

I swing my arms frantically attempting to propel myself.

“Told you, it doesn’t work on monkey bars.”

“Whatever I can do this.” I say, a blistering headache had bloomed and blood pounded in my head, It felt like my eyes were bulging. I swung down hitting the soggy mulch with a thump.

“How about you try, Hazel.”

“Maybe I will.” Hazel swung easily to he middle bar before hooking on her legs to it. ...

We called ourselves the Trinity, but then Kevin came into the group and we debated calling it ‘the Council’ or ‘The Squad’. We bickered impossibly, never agreeing to anything.

Anyway,I’m Taida. And that’s Shade over there, he’s got spiky black that he never lets us touch. And the blonde girl over there is Sara, she’s super pretty and she snorts when she laughs. And, Kevin is blonde too with a mop...

Disappearing books.

Knew-deep in a clutter indescribable.

Detrimental objects undefinable.

A haven to my mind;

A comfort to my soul;

But to others.

It’s a room in desperate need of spring cleaning.

Deep-Preening.

Satisfied Meaning.

A messy room means more or less;

A cluttered mind but not a cluttered life.

A room describes your person;

Your mind; it’s clockwork.

Strewn clothes.

Messed sheets.

It’...