We are the Stars. Abandoned.

Left here for millennia, my Soul stripped down to a spark, I know only the icy pain of my prison - a constant flame of anger my only companion.

The space between the Stars is their greatest offense; nothing breaks me more than this separation from my brothers. In the name of broken laws of their own making, they took me from my brothers, and decorated their ...

Other places have some neat things — sweeping glass buildings that touch the clouds, or a thousand different people with a thousand different lives; but not here.

Some places, you look up at an endless sky and you see a bright splash of color: blue or grey or pink or orange. Not here.

There are places where the sun is hot or the wind is cold, and places that people travel for miles to se...

Ever since I was little, the playground in our neighborhood has kind of been my happy place. Whenever I felt really down or had a rough day, I’d walk down the street and end up on the bright blue swingset. It was old and worn out, the chains rusty and the paint chipped. But honestly, it just felt like home to me. Swaying in the swing always seemed to relax me.

One muggy summer afternoon, late...

I felt her light that week, and every day since, I’ve tried to be a better man....

To the casual observer, McKenna Fletcher often went unnoticed, becoming just another quiet piece of the scene. If asked, most would describe her as pretty, but not striking; straight auburn hair hung nearly to her waist, and she let it hang loose, often covering part of her lightly freckled face. She had a soft, rosy complexion and rarely gave more than a small smile to anyone other than her young...