Why is the reaper grim?

Is it from a life lived lonely

Or from choosing, her or him

Death belongs to the reaper only

Good versus Evil

Young and old

All of the people

Will one day fold

Darkness surrounds

The people are in fear

Down into the ground

Their day draws near

Is it at random

Or maybe by reason

We all enter the kingdom

In his own season

Sometimes it’s fast

Others it’s slow...

Fredrick could barely see a thing, the intense glare of the afternoon sun bounced off of the sheets of mirror-like ice and rendered his eyes near useless.

The feeling of touch was relatively useless as well. Sensitivity wasn’t much of an option when coated in four layers of polyester and wool. But removing that meant instant frostbite, which seemed worse than not being nimble.

Even worse than...

Cassandra was a living, breathing stereotype. Her spindly frame was swallowed in her baggy hand-me-downs and her thick glasses never sat straight on her crooked nose. But those things didn’t matter to her, even at a young age she knew what mattered and what didn’t.

Appearances? Not important.

Taunts? Mattered even less.

Imagination? Now that was everything.

Cassie had consumed her eleven...

Michael nervously checked the ramshackle locks on the door of his cheap motel. He’d lived a rough life, had committed unspeakable crimes and was typically the kind of person who broke locks rather than used them, but tonight he was the one who was scared, the tables had turned.

All of his life he’d been a hunter, stalking his prey from afar and waiting for a moment of weakness to strike. Theft w...

“I think it went too far this time” she sighed.

“I’m not sure if it was the screaming, throwing the plate across the kitchen or storming out of the house. Hell maybe it was all of them” she thought to herself.

While she was unsure of what the final straw had been, she did know it was time to pack up her things and get ready to leave. As she slowly climbed the stairs she experienced and all to ...

Jack loathed his job working as the night guard of the Martindale University museum. The hours were terrible and his boss was a complete jerk. But it paid the bills, plus he was usually able to take a nap in the back.

While it may not have been exciting, after he waved goodbye to his usually irate boss, Mr. Andrews, all Jack really had to do was walk one lap around the dimly lit museum and then h...