It's a brisk 60° morning, the trees are changing from the green tones of summer to the rusty reds, oranges, and yellows of fall. The walk to the hospital is always the most rewarding this time of year. The autumn breeze blows Maggie's chocolate brown hair, the end of summer has come, marking the change of atmosphere. People can walk around without being drenched from the heat and humidity that is...

Magnolia is a young women, her early 20s to be exact. Her hair is the color of a chocolate bar, and curly. Not the frizzy curly but tight, kinky curls. The freckles frame her nose and cheeks. Her lips have the perfect Cupid’s bow, they are lips that need to be kissed. Her skin is as soft and white as snow. She appears almost angelic in the evening sun of Savannah. Everything about magnolias physic...

It’s been three hours since I reached the sycamore tree. Anthony was suppose to meet me here. I’m ready to begin my life with him. Run away together. All I want is for us to be free of our parents judgement, control, and bitterness to each other. But my Anthony isn’t here yet. I’ll give it a little longer. Maybe he just got stuck leaving the house. Sneaking away from his parents. I recall my lette...

A warm evening in late august. Caroline was on her way home from a party. A party she probably never should have gone to to begin with. Her head was spinning was from beer, and the weed. She had forgotten to eat before she went.

The party was to celebrate the end of senior year. All of her friends and classmates were there. Dakota hosted it, as usual, at his parents beach house. It was remotely l...

My wedding day was all I dreamed it to be. All of the whose who of the country were in attendance. My dress was pure white, and completely lace. The back buttoned from the small of my back all the way up to the bottom of my shoulders. Leaving the top of the back open. The front was a deep v with long lace sleeves. The train stretched out 15 feet behind me. All lace. Delicate Indian hand stitched l...