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...

It wasn’t the first time someone passed me by, no. Speeding past, a thumb does nothing to stop a car as it barrels down the narrow road. Some act as if they don’t know what it means.

Naturally, I was surprised when a small minivan shrieked to a stop beside me, it’s wheels kicking up dust in the shadows. The tinted window was cranked down by a woman that seemed too happy for the dreary day.

“Wher...

(I started writing this story a while ago but I can’t figure out how to word what happens next so if you have any suggestions I am all ears)

When I was younger something happened that changed my life forever. It all began with my parents driving me home from my karate class. I was listening to music in the back seat of our Sedan when it happened. A black truck was heading straight towards us...

He tried to escape, running like his life depended on it, feeling a sense of foreboding he continued to run, he ran until he reached a road. he saw a car approaching, raising his thumb he tried to hitch a lift, the car slowed down, he was in luck, he told them his destination, no problem jump in, he got in the backseat of the car feeling a sense of relief at last, he breathed.

Sinking into the bac...

I had driven down this road many times, It was how I had gotten to work everyday. I opt for this route cause the trees on either side are much better to look at than a boring highway full of cars. I work a regular 9-5 job with little to no excitement, but I do make good money. Just showing up to work looking good in a suit and acting confident while ass kissing your boss does wonders.

I have a ...