**Monday**: I’ve always been a brewist. They say my lattes have magical healing powers. Yeah right. That I must be some kind of _witch. _Ridiculous; I mean, honestly if I really had healing powers, I would quit my job. But I can’t.

I would say my lattes have more of a malignant power than that. The power to keep you awake, like,24 hours; No, seriously. I get customers all the time coming in who l...

Too often confused, the desire for placement and the love for others, many lack the rational thought to distinguish the two oppositions in favor of justification. I was once the later, being that I too believed that most formidable of lies, that I was doing good on the precepts that I, like the work I was doing, was good. Years spent I amidst such conceptions, loosing a battle of wits that I was t...

She breaks into my room «Marco died! You hear me?? He died!»

I shock and quickly stand from my couch «What? How? Why?!» I ask quickly, starting to panic. He was okay just two weeks ago.

Her eyes water, and she slowly comes closer «Darling...» She tries to catch my hand, but I step back.

«What? Luna, what? Tell me!» I beg her as her jaws trembles and face gets redder.

«Your magic...» her voice ...

Long long ago, there is a big village located east of the Larzika river and west of the Machanan Mountain in the kingdom of Lois. The people there were all ordinary humans and they have been there for a long long time. Their neighbor is the Unan tribe, they are mysterious and kept to themselves. They had no contact for hundreds of years until one day a virus spread in the village causing many peop...

Since that day, I have never stayed long in one place.

I helped people, when I could.

Most denounced me as a witch.

Witch was apt, I supposed, I had made a deal with the Other, had I not?

Some time ago, my sister had been ill. She would have died if nature had been allowed to run its course. In this time, I prayed again and again, but received no answer. In desperation, I reached to the Other...

She said I could help people. In that moment she was the only thing I could consider hope. The moment she approached I screamed at her, more so in pain than anger. Tears streamed down my face, I could feel the water trickle into the caverns forming on my cheeks from decay. My arms felt like they’d fall off if I moved them, my legs had already buckled into the dirt beneath me. Nothing around me was...

I was on my way to work on the day the first of them died. I was en route with a cup of coffee and a newspaper in hand when I first heard the screams. I’m not sure how, but I knew immediately whatever was wrong was my doing. I dropped my briefcase and ran for the town square - it was a cold winter morning and my lungs burned, but I didn’t slow my pace. Only did I come to a halt when I reached the ...

I’ve helped

The blind

The deaf

The dead

The alive

The sick

And more

I help for free

No pay to need

I help all day

And even myself

Once in a while

People tell me

The healed

Are dying?

So soon?

I’ve healed them

Yet it’s killing them

The town dies off

The healed are gone

I’ve stopped my healing

Until I died

Four days before

The town was destroyed

All was gone

All was lost

Because of me

And my...

Jonas stared at me blankly before he started down the stairs. His facial expression was somewhat serious, but even though I was good at reading them, he was always so secretive. He cupped his hands together sitting down at a small table before sipping down another shot of espresso.

“We need to talk…now,” he began, gesturing for me to sit down in the small chair.

The chairs uncomfortable se...

“You need to stop.”

I roll my eyes at her request. I can’t stop. Is she aware of how many people I’ve been able to help. How many families I’ve been able to save from mourning a brother, sister, parent.

“You know I can’t do that.”

My aunt walks towards the clinics table where I’m standing and takes a deep breath. “You’re harming these people.”

“I’m saving them,” I scoff.

Aunt Victoria sha...