“Uncle Wallo, there’s rumors about you, people said you had hidden something inside the creepy wood” my young nephew told me, even though no question was asked I know he would be curious about it, kids at his age were always curious.

I’m a old man who open a small business in town, my relatives hardly ever visit me, it was pretty sudden for my brother to ask for me to look over his kid while he ...

A few nights ago, I had a nightmare.

I was alone at night walking home from my night shift around two in the morning. I heard leaves rustling behind me. I gazed over my shoulder every time I heard it. Then I noticed something staring at me from behind a bush. I told myself it was just my imagination but I didn’t think it was. I picked up my pase hoping I could make it home before it catches up wit...

**Anne-Marie Willis was dying.**

**Sat up Ride in bed, lent against a pile of strategically placed pillows,an old woman slowly paged through a scrapbook done up with obvious Care. Absently flipping over each page with equal reverence, Anne-Marie let her mind wander down the lanes of memories long since past. never more proud of the life that she had lived, more so now, now that she knew her time ...

I am trapped in my own mind.

I hate it here.

It’s too hot, everything burns.

It’s too cold, I’m shivering.

It’s too full, I can’t make sense of it.

It’s too empty, there’s nothing here.

It hurts here.

It’s like I saw a mirror, and shattered it.

I punched it until my hands bled,

I hated the creature it showed.

I hit it until I couldn’t see the reflection,

But it remains on my eyelids when I close ...

I buried my feelings a long time ago.

I didn’t mean to.

They just slipped through my fingers,

And now the rest of my life is following.

I have no control.

I can’t-

I don’t know what to do.

I can’t breathe.

I’m drowning in emptiness.

Yet my head is packed with thoughts.

Is there… no room for feelings?

Is that why?

I’m thinking so much I can’t think.

The things I think about…

It scares me.

I never ...

“Mom?” the little girl quivered.

Her hands shaking, her blonde hair trained with mud and dark crimson, and her hazel eyes like murky water about to spill.

”Sammy! What happened?!”

The mother observed the little vulnerable child who calls her mom. Her dress was torn and what used to be pig tales turned into lopsided deems where demons lurk.

“I.. I.. I”

The girls breaths become shorter as she ...

No one could know it was me. That would be far too dangerous, but I wanted-no, I needed someone to find what I’ve kept hidden deep down in the depths of my core. So, I set out on the busy streets of my hometown. I’ve walked these streets many times. Each time with different intentions. Except this time, with darker intentions than I’ve had before. I searched the many faces I passed. The young, the...

Liosa runs from the house over to the shed. Slamming open the door and sprinting inside.

“Where is it?” She desperately looks around every corner of the shed.

Finally she spotted it. The shovel her dad always used. The edges of it were rusty. Liosa grabbed it and sprinted out of the barn straight for the woods.

The edge of the woods flew by as Liosa ran past them to a clearing. Rocks dotted the...

I’m so tired that feeling happy seems like something only fairly tale characters get. And something that I’ll never get. It’s the day of Elisa’s death, that brings me here. Out in the woods. Holding a shovel in one hand and in the other a small silver key. I don’t have The strength to dig, or to do anything. Elisa was the one who helped me burry this, and she was supposed to be the one to help me...

Today is the day! I have to come clean I can’t keep carrying this around! It’s been 12 yrs! Someone has to realize something! But who could I tell! My husband won’t understand! My sister might turn me in. I don’t have any choice left I’m going to tell my best friend what I have done and what is Burried in the woods I hope she forgives me!

My name is Lilly and I’m going to tell you my story! My da...