Maria hovered on the shoulder of the highway, red stilettos in hand, thumb stuck out toward traffic. She’d been waiting for a ride for almost an hour - usually she caught one in fifteen minutes or less - and she was starting to lose her patience. She’d nearly given up and started walking when a sleek, silver convertible pulled up beside her. The driver was a young man - maybe a bit older than her,...

TW:Metion of decapitition, blood.

The wind blows an ear pericing whistle around me, so cold it sends shivers up my spine. The distant sound of crickets grows louder and softer with waves, almost as if its planned. With no horizons in the darkness the road looks like it could go on for years. I mean it feels like I’ve been standing hear for years anyway. My thumb has been out for so long my arm is...

I looked out the window of my small one room apartment above the hardware store and shook my head. I had become frustrated and bored with my hometown. _I’m getting out of this town and going to see the rest of this big world _I thought to myself. The people in this small, minded town just don’t understand me, and I don’t fit in. I had become so frustrated lately and began to throw some clothes in ...

No! It happened again. I went out hiking with my best friend of three years, Ami, and little did we know we had gotten lost on our trail without even realising. I feel like an absolute moron right now, you would think after the third hiking trip we’ve gone on together, and had gotten lost in these very same woods we would remember to bring a map, or a compass, or something to help us, but no! We’r...

I walked across the fall sky’s looking down at the nightmare grass. Wishing that they were here with me.

I walked along the roads, boulevards, and avenues. Wishing they were they to see the differences, and how their important.

I walked and walked to try and save her.

It never always worked....

I’ve never had much of an issue getting picked up quickly when I was hitchhiking. Being a young, naive girl, I was either picked up by men, or women who were trying to keep me from being picked up by strange men. I took the ride either way....

I had to get out of this stupid town as soon as possible! No one ever did anything to help me when I needed them…. My parents abused me so much, I couldn’t even count the bruises I have on my arms and legs.

Me…being a stupid child, I decided to do stupid things…like hitchhiking. Now, you may be wondering, “Samantha, why are you doing something like that? You’re basically committing suicide by gett...

“Look at this bloke ‘ere.” The truck driver said.

I stared out the window. As a French woman, this city was completely new to me. Even though it was only kilometers away, it felt like a whole new world.

Then, I saw what he saw. The hitchhiker wore a hoodie that shielded his face, and jeans that were darker than the night sky.

“Do you get that kind of people around here often?” I asked, my accent...

I’m a statue.My now hoodless grey hoodie is stained with crackling sprigs of stale moss,the stinking green residue of a field now a million miles away and there’s even a foamy white dribble hiding the brand where a bird dangled it’s legs right above me,obviously thinking that I was a statue.I stare at the lifeless hand that droops from the end of my stick arm,remembering when it used to dance arou...

(the road less travelled…)

Each of these words

has travelled through time

and each has a thread

and each has a meaning

and a wandering line

or two, lodged in my head.

False.

Her glimmer was fading

like a mirror gaining patina

and tarnished and burnished

and light growing colder

and she cannot keep up with

the light, the love, the space.

Like an escaping zoo animal

she resists the panic of bein...