She looked down at her phone and blinked in bewilderment, stunned that the address her college friend had given her had directed her to a suburb. Hesitantly, she switched on her left blinker and turned into what appeared to be the setting of the film Pleasantville, yet, she couldn’t ignore the fact that she felt less than pleasant about being there. Out of the corner of her eye, she looked at he...
She walked out of the beach house, leaving her shoes behind. As she made her way toward the sand and water, she noted the uneven earth, beneath her. The house that she exited had been the scene of many epic events, throughout her lifetime, including an elegant dinner party that she and her husband hosted, nights before their elaborately expensive wedding. All that was behind her, now. She thou...
Silently, she sat in the dark room, listening to the sound of the rain, falling outside. It was not cascading down. This rain was not a harsh one. Untame was not how she would describe it. Wild was not an appropriate adjective, either. Rather, this rain was the opposite, she decided, as she listened to it gently tapping on the roof, above her. Like music to her ears, it was lulling her back ...
She gazed upward, admiring the vast darkness of the night sky. The stars, brightly beaming overhead, cast down upon her, providing her with the opportunity to see, in the otherwise vast, never ending dark, which loomed above. The light illuminated the throng of trees she was standing amongst, and quickly, she found herself running toward the thicket to hide herself from the man behind her.
As s...
The fire that was once within me
The charisma you once knew
It is almost gone
It has been subdued
First, you accused me of being someone
Someone that I so obviously am not
You cast me in the role you needed me to play
So you would not be distraught
You want me to be weak
You want me to be wrong
But those are not my lyrics
That is not my song
I want you to be you
As much as I only want to be me
...
She heard the knock on the door and glanced at herself in the mirror, once more, before walking toward the front of the house. She knew, of course, without any doubt, that the man waiting for her on the other side of the door was one of the most attractive men she knew, and as she reached to turn the doorknob, she smiled to herself, knowing that she was not only greeting an alluring, enticing man...
She woke up from her nightmare, abruptly, gasping for air. She squinted her eyes a few times, allowing them to adjust to the stark darkness of the room. She placed her index finger and middle finger on her neck, feeling the rhythm of her heart begin to slow its pace, and she became more calm.
Suddenly aware of the fact that in her hastened awakening, she may have disrupted her sleeping husban...
He looked at the psychiatrist, seated in an oversized brown leather chair. Her office was painted an ivory color, which he knew was intentional, as it isn’t an anger inducing color. As he observed her, he considered her wardrobe, which was a navy blue dress, and he wondered how much thought she put into what she wore everyday. Did she look at her schedule before she got dressed every morning to...
As I looked around the gallery at the pieces of artwork created, a sense of calm rushed over me. The artwork displayed in the room was beautiful, there was no denying that. The work was produced by artists, after all, and they had spent much time perfecting their pieces. I, of course, was not an artist. At least, I wasn’t an artist in the same sense that they were. Their creativity shown thro...
She looked around the small prison cell that had become her home. Below her, the cement floors were beginning to reveal small cracks in their foundation. On the walls of the small space that had been assigned to her, she had decided to take a cue from Anne Frank, during her days in captivity, and as decor, she hung posters of her favorite actresses on the wall.
As she sat on her bed, looking ...
