The creature began to drop from the ceiling, silently, slowly. Its prey sat below, innocent and unaware of the imminent danger.
The creature’s hunger was palpable. Eight red eyes gleamed with excitement at the prospect of a meal, and eight spindley legs covered with razor sharp barbs tensed in anticipation. It dropped lower, lower, ready for the attack.
By the time its prey noticed what was ha...
“I can’t do this.”
I turned away, voice breaking as my eyes glistened with tears that threatened to spill over at any moment. The doctor nodded, silently acknowledging that there were no words to dull the pain, the longing, the loss I was already feeling. But we both knew I needed to be here, to see this through to the end. Not for me, but for him.
“He knows you’re here, and that’s what matters...
*Bzzzz.*
Her eyes shift ever so slightly to her phone, resting on the edge of the couch. A new text message. She masked notifications a few months ago so the sender isn’t announced on her lock screen, but she knows who it’s from. She pretends not to notice, turning back to the TV show she’s watching with her husband.
So much had changed in the past few years. Their therapist said communication ...
Swipe, swipe, swipe.
She sits in the car, swiping as the minutes pass by. She scans her matches - a doctor, a construction worker, a lineman, a stay-at-home dad. “I like quiet nights at home…” “My kids are my strength…” “Full of love and looking for my other half…” “No fat chicks.”
Sigh. Dating in your mid 30’s is a shitshow.
This is her third date this weekend. She plays the odds, open to a c...
Don’t wake in the world where the trees all died
A deceptive haven, hiding the darkness inside
The people they whisper but are willingly blind
To the evil that thrives, in the earth enshrined
The sun may glow and the road may be clear
But behind closed doors, it consumes your fear
Eyes open wide, heroes pledge to fight
But the shadows devour all in the light
Pay no heed to the glimmer, keep yo...
She stepped out of the car, both worn, muddy sneakers hitting the gravel at the same time. Leaning on the door, she took in the familiar surroundings at the trailhead. She reveled in the scene before her: the misty, cool morning air, crisp and fragrant with the smell of the towering pines that reached through the clouds, up the trail. And she grimaced as she noted the parts she despised: the overf...
