“Not again,” Haydar sighs letting his eyes glide over the white stone tiles now stained deep grey speckled black, the sent of alcohol paint hanging in the air stinging his nose. The room that once was all minimalistic and masculine utterly destroyed.

“I told you,” Haydar chastise in a stronger tone. “If you’re going to paint put down a tarp or something.”

“Sorry,” says a weak voice coming from the...

I use to love snakes. Their cute little snout and how they movement seems so meticulous. When I was a kid I use to run to the snake exhibit at the zoo. I would name all the snakes giving them personalities. My favourite was Indian Jones the beautiful black and gold pit viper who was very sassy. When I was 15 my parents finally surprised me with a corn snake which was quickly named Diehl after year...

Lacy looks absently at a painting of a sci-fi Alien with many needle like legs and a mouth that looks like a garbage disposal with teeth being fought off by by men in chunky silver robot costumes with matching laser guns. The painting is all grays, neons and sharp edges. Lacy let’s out a resigned sigh yeah this is not her cup of tea. She looks over at her little brother Tommy in his purple footbal...