Breathless

I wonder

What’s the difference

Truly

Between a wildfire

And a candle?

How much they burn

How ones wrath is barely containable

And the other one is stuck in a minuscule world

Bound by gravity and chained by fate

To burn endlessly

In a single spot.

I pondered

Thought

Sighed

And realized

There truly is no difference

Because the candle fire would burn a forest if

Giv...

I gaze out my bedroom window, watching the fall trees blow in the wind. They move like they’re dancing, swaying back and forth.

I remember Mom always telling me that they would dance as their leaves fell to say good bye. I like to think it’s true, even though I know it’s just a story she made up.

I watch as a orangy red leaf leaves it’s branch and glides slowly to the sidewalk. It lands in fron...

Music is wafting through the window

On this warm February day

The once grey sky is bright aqua

Maybe there’s a reason to stay...

My bones are aching,

but my brain awakes,

a magpie shouts, his clatter and splutter.

‘Here is where we belong’, is his song,

‘We don’t take flight,

we brave it out,

against the weather.’

A leaf drops quietly, falling

to its extinction, life played out

with unfussy distinction.

A web flutters, like intricate lace

on the ground below,

as autumn evaporates through the air,

misty and long-suff...

I struggle along, trying to reach my goal. All I need is to reach that house before they find me. I see them in the distance, nasty dogs sniffing out my scent.

They look up and bark. I can hear it even from here, 2 kilometres away.

I turn and run. I don’t have much energy left. Why keep going, anyway? My dearest may not have even reached it. The house is still 1 kilometre away. They are only hal...

Was it ever tae be, this nation we crave?

I ha’e sought kingship o’ this land o’er barely a year, yet still the southern crown is pesterin’ me. Still Edward’s armies taunt and harry my meagre and dispirited brithers.

Can it be that, wh’tever I may try, the spectre o’ the English sword will hang fore’er o’er my head? What w’ld Wallace advise me now, after Methven? What w’ld he say, knowin’ Longsh...

There’s a pencil, half hanging off the edge of the counter. It’s me—teetering on the fine line between barely sane and on the brink of giving up. Perfectly sharpened on one side, and depressingly dull on the other. It’s me—putting on a brave face so he won’t ever know the fear that lies beneath.

There’s a noise at the door, a banging sound. It’s not Nathan—he’s not home yet. He’s always late, doi...

Explosions plague his dreams each night. Bullets ricochet off of every surface. Blood seeps out of every pore.

One morning, he decided that enough was enough, he was getting out of there, even if it killed him.

He snuck out of his barracks and somehow made it safely out of camp.

He traveled down the dusty brown road, hiding after any little sound.

The sun was beating down on his sunburnt n...

Fact: A mantis shrimp can strike at 23 meters per second, causing the water around it to boil. The force (which is the equivalent of being hit by a .22 caliber bullet) not only smashes their prey's shell, it also dismembers them.

Your name is DD. You go by Dede for long, but no one seems to notice. You like reading, musing, and scaring people half to death. How lucky people are to spy the end b...

When I look in the sky I search for you. Your smile, your warmth, your eyes, really anything that could fill the hole you left in my heart. I search for meaning in a world that is meaningless. The world looks so much duller now. Full of memories we once shared. My mind feels as if it's stuck on repeat. Playing each memory back to back.

They say time heals but time only shows you what you're mis...