As the revel began, debauchery was not sparse in any corner of the castle.

By the spiral staircase of thorns and glistening gold, a boy playing a lyre sloppily kissed a pixie. Her lips were smeared with the remnants of a honeyed kiss.

A group of elves, adorned in rings and lavish dresses, drank from glasses of cream as they laughed, danced, and reveled in craze.

And even those who were most co...

Death awaits you, holding a sign with your name written in sharpie.

You’ll head straight toward it, your bottom lip bleeding from you biting it in anticipation.

When you were twelve, you asked mom, “What happens when we die?” She just laughed, kissed your cheek, and said, “Ask me another time.”

And when you were thirteen, you climbed to the roof and tried to fly.

You met death that day too, ex...

There were tracks in our backyard, overgrown with weeds, and Papa said they hadn't been used in years. Sometimes, though, I would hear it. It would start with a distant rumble, like the smallest thunderstorm, though the sky would be clear of clouds. The rumble would increase to a steady pounding, closer and louder until I could see it. Its black metal body glistened in the moonlight, carried forwa...

Can it be a coincidence? I open a recipe book and the word that catches my attention is precisely how I feel my brain is at the moment. Well, most of the times. I wonder what a tired brain looks like and why I associate it with porridge. Is it because I associate tiredness with melted things? Sharpness with solid things? Let me write no more nonsense. It ends here....

I cupped my hands around the crystal and concentrated on its center, letting the rest of the room fade away. It was all background noise, inconsequential; nothing mattered except the blue of the crystal. Once it would have been difficult to forget the floor beneath my feet or the buzzing of the electric lights or the woman standing at my side, but I had years of practice to rely on. I let the blue...

“What do you think she’s got down there?” Skye asked, staring at the empty… well, it looked like a wasteland.

I imagine this is what the aftermath of the Harrying of the North looked like.

“Can’t be much!” Ivy laughed. “There’s nothing to defend!”

“A lot more than you guys think,” Ash sighed. “This place isn’t… welcoming, shall we say? Not for you guys.”

“What are you looking at?”

“Somethin...

awaking from the child-like costume worn occasion

my patio lyes concealed with a candy wrapped evasion

vastly grasping last nights pumpkin taste

and that eerie scream from that ominous outside chase

left unsettled clinging to my banisters waist

ring ring ring

my doorbell fully braced

the echo lingering down my creaking stair case

its all in my head

its the morning after yet it feels present in my...

“Hey, just breathe. It’s ok.”

“I-I can’t.” He gasped.

“Yes you can. Innnn. Outttt.” She demonstrated.

He wheezed his way through a full breath.

But that was the last breath he ever took....

She took a deep breath, to calm her frenzied mind. As she looked at the man sitting in front of her, sobbing, with his face in his hands, she was overwhelmed. She had assisted him in so many plights in his life. She had been the one to carry him through so many of his difficult situations, whether that be by relieving his anxieties or coaxing him out of his depressions. And now, this. Coward,...

The yellow ceramic jar stood on the counter, glaze shining in the fluorescent light of the kitchen. Susie looked from the jar to the nearest chair and back again. It would be easy enough to push the chair over, climb up, and reach the lid of the jar. If she did that, she could have a chocolate chip cookie. However, her mother had been very clear: no cookies until after dinner. If she were caught i...