My dear mum who I love so much and was my strength. Being the youngest I was her Pet. My mom was finally diagnosed with pancreatic cancer after 2 years. She was assured that her chances are very good and surgery will be scheduled ASAP. After 2 years of pain and depression, and giving up on God - mom's spirits were up again. We were so happy to see mom sit up in her hospital bed with all her spirit...

My steps quickened as I hurried home, nervously adjusting my tie. I couldn’t wait to tell Lisa. This was the big break both of us needed. Tom could grow up in sunny Australia instead of miserable, dark alleyways. I crept into our apartment, a bouquet of roses behind my back. Silence. Tom wasn’t home yet, but where was Lisa?

The phone rang.

My heart dropped like a stone. “The hospital?”

When I go...

Buck was old. It was time for his final ride into the sunset, and he knew it. He had called his family to his bedside. His wife had passed several winters ago, so it was just his son, Bill, and daughter, Amelia, that remained.

It was warm and sunny outside in this desert town, but Buck was under a blanket. A scratchy one, to match his calloused hands and stubble. His fever had drained his streng...

Dark magic was simple in concept, but difficult in reality. It had a vast amount of uses: the unrivalled strength to kill your enemies, the vile wrath to poison hordes of people, and the ability to grant life at the cost of death. This final aspect was what drew Alexander to learn that which was the most taboo of magic. His childhood love had been struck down by an unknown ailment, dooming her to ...

They were sitting together for the last time. One hooked up to many machines and the other was free. “You can’t die. I just realized my true identity. I finally came out to my family. I finally accepted who I am. You can’t die,” she took her girlfriend’s hand. She didn’t want to cry but she knew this was the end of her true love’s life. “Hope, you can’t help me. I have cancer and I’m not going to ...

Laying on two beds just four feet apart, a curtain in between.

On the right, an elderly man:

His hair is mostly gone, receded past his ears, grey and white wherever it may remain.

His skin is like and old rag, worn from time, browned from the sun, speckled and scarred from a life of adventure.

His back is bent and his knees are weak. He has traveled far and worked hard everyday of his life, a l...

Her bed was almost as stiff as her.

She sat there staring at the hospital ceiling while her white hair fell into her lap like snow.

She blinked but never said anything.

She licked her lips but never smiled.

She showed teeth but didn’t bite.

She was quiet but her mind was a land full of amazing words that she couldn’t let escape her mouth.

She thought of her childhood how she and my grandpa use to ...

The relationship I held with my mother was practically nonexistent. The only thing that women had ever done for me was give birth, and that is no longer an exergation.

My mother was on her deathbed, dying from some form of cancer. Doctors said there was absolutely nothing they could do and they were just going to have to wait for her time to end, nothing could take her out except for the act of wa...

People always say that Life is the most beautiful thing and death is the ugliest.

But couldn’t it be the other way around?

As one person lies on their death bed, waiting for the moment the heart-monitor stops beeping, the other starts their life, opening their eyes for the first time.

If I were to tell you, one person grew up to be the purest, most beautiful girl out there, and the other was ...