The air could have crackled, it felt like a fire ripping through the air. Beyond the limestone walls, pocked with sun-bleached mosses, that guarded our suburb like a fortress, the asphalt glimmered and waved. One wished to wave back, only as a meager offering in case this might put the fire out. The summers could never be so kind....

Lying in the bowels of a volcano

Kissed by the sun’s breath

Ignited by the earth’s fury

Churns bubbling hues of orange and red...

The object was on the ground, glowing. It had seared the grass around its periphery. Round, like a garden witch’s ball, the morning dew turned to steam. I decided I’d better find gloves before retrieving it....

My house feels like babies never to be born like

Laughter never cascades down her many staircases

My house’s corridors are the rain during funerals

Even my widowed feet do not echo through her halls

My house was never anyone’s home

Like me

Built on pump action gunmetal proceeds

Her ornate rooms are famished

Fools think this old mansion is plagued by ghosts

But she is haunted by the life I hop...

The rooftops on my street were a glistening white. Icicles lined the edges. Drifts of heavy snow covered the ground and sidewalks, but it was still falling in a white out.

I saw somebody shoveling out her driveway. Her face was somewhat rosy. She wore a puffy jacket and a hat and gloves. I could see her breath like a fog as she panted in her efforts to clean off the powdery piles locking her car i...

Smoke drifts up from the campfire, circling in the air. It fills my lungs and blinds me. I shield my eyes with my jacket sleeves as I continue to watch the embers of the fire. They burn red, a bright scarlet that serves as a warning. The flames themselves lick at the air, shrinking as the night wanes on. With each log that’s added to the pile, the fire grows, casting a glow around the area. It cra...

Your breath from your lungs mingled with the fog only to dissipate before you with only a moments notice. The silence of these woods in mid November gave way for the wet crunch beneath your feet as you walked home. It was at times like these that you could think, observing the pines heavy with the morning snowfall. Of course autumn’s cold brother would rear his ugly head this early, laying waste ...

My sister and I descended the stairs to the basement. After forcing myself to breathe in and out, my breathe quickly turns into fog on every exhale. To my left side I can hear my sisters teeth chattering and to my right I hear the almost silent creaking of the stairs under our weight. As we reach the bottom of the steps, a soft tapping sound alerts me to the window across the room. Icicles have m...

Smoke started to creep under the door. It was clouding my vision and my mind. I felt helpless, there was nothing I could do being trapped inside my room. Claustrophobia was sinking in; was this really the end? Was I about to succumb to the flames and let them engulf me? No; I was about to fight for my life.

I looked around, my only choices of escaping were the door and the window. Why did I have...

The kettle radiated a warmth. It was red. It was something that could make your skin crawl, just the simple touch of the kettle would numb your hand. Imagine the your hand melting, dripping at the simple touch of the kettle. It was something so simple yet so harmful....