Going for a very literal description here. Predator with a capital p. I’m sure the boys will enjoy.

Short, bespectacled and a few pounds overweight, Beckett Rigel was not a particularly imposing man. But what he lacked in appearance he made up for in skill. Beckett was a finance guy, but not just any finance guy. His job as he liked to painstakingly enunciate at parties (he was the guy you learn...

Grasp onto nature’s bars. Climb until your eyes gaze upon the heavens. Danger is around the corner. The predators lurk, searching for a vertebrate on the island. Their jaws slide with aggression against the rocky terrain, sharpening their teeth to be ready for the day. Swiftly, chips disintegrate underneath the heavy stomps of the creatures. The hoard sniffs the aroma of rooting apples topping the...

It was stolen, I can't take it back. My mom won't help me, and my father won't help me. I feel so dirty, I feel so embarressed. I can't help but envision it when I close my eyes in the shower, his warm hands, his sweet smile. He was twice my age, so much bigger, he had the strength of a 16 year old. It wasn't his fault he was a kid too, he has a future too. It was my fault, I don't know why it's m...

He smiles, like a **_wolf_** in sheep’s clothing, wanting to lure you in with a false sense of security.

He observes, watching you like a **_hawk_**, plotting how to pin you down until you’re utterly defenseless.

He circles you and middles your mind as panic sets in, surrounding you like a **_shark_** ready to catch its prey.

When he’s ready he’ll jump up and strike like a **_lion_**, and devour ...

Blue eyes, sweet curls, slow walk,

Soft skin, warm smile, bright hair,

Shallow emotions,

Empty inside.

Kind words, simplicity and style,

Great compliments and goodness,

Fake empathy,

Lovebombing.

“Not heard”, “Don’t care”, “Who, me?”

“My only fault is caring!”

“I’m sorry you’re so sensitive!”

“I didn’t say that!”

“You’re crazy!”

Ghosting.

Helplessly walking into you,

Assault is imminent and mo...

Sam woke with a start, his heart fluttering in his chest and his brow moist with sweat.

As he looked around, he could see a pair of eyes peering back at him, drawing closer. He wanted to cry out, to yell and shout and lash out at the darkness that surrounded him, but he was stopped in his tracks as he felt himself being enveloped.

“Shhh. It’s OK…”, whispered the pair of eyes, and the person at...

She is my clay

Free for me to mold to whatever I wish.

I deserve to.

I made her.

I am her creator.

And I am the person she’s afraid to become.

Her tears are my opportunity.

Her yawns are open doors of manipulation.

Let me mold you daughter.

Let me make you into who I wanted to be.

Let me make you perfect.

You say I don’t know you.

But I’m the one who you are the most like.

Do you assume I don’t ...

You wrap your self up tightly, double checking the locks. Don’t be silly they say, your at home, your safe.

Embarrassed you smile back as you pretend to agree, because of course tucked up in bed there’s no where safer you could be? Right?

Knock, knock, knock

You debate opening that door because going back can’t hurt any more than it did before,right?

Predictable and safe your list is down to tw...

Lori could feel every muscle in her body tense up as she walked into the auditorium with her mom at her side. Malcolm was sporting an all purple suede suit and charming one of the mom’s of one of the kids in the Kiwanis Club. His words spun around the room like a carousel, his plastic smile painted on, eyes darting from freckle to freckle on the mom’s unsuspecting face. Lori could feel his eyes la...

Micah doesn’t just move; he infiltrates. His presence lingers before it’s seen—a chill that prickles your skin, though you dismiss it as mere unease. Watching him is like watching a cat study a bird: _silent_, _poised_, almost _elegant_ in his restraint. Yet his intent is unmistakable. He doesn’t ever strike outright. Instead, he waits, gauges, and catalogues what pulls you in, finding the cracks....