Somewhere out there in the abyss

Is a key that opens a floodgate

A floodgate or perchance a wall?

Tis a wall if shut

A floodgate if unsealed

Only then shall my emotions be revealed

This key can be found in a multitude of places

In the nostalgia of objects and artifacts of my past and present

Things I am attached to by an invisible key ring

And in every person I hold dear

if one looks far enough...

She keeps the doors unlocked.

Ada works as a baker. Her shop is on the corner, making the whole block smell good. The cozy booths and turquoise chairs give the shop a contemporary feel. Her croissants and eclairs are regarded as the best in the country. She lives above her bakery with a cat and a fish tank. She has no children of her own, so she often visits her sister’s house, as she has a husb...

We were alone.

“You- you’re not Sam!” My eyes widened with fear as he tossed my phone onto my bed.

“No shit. Now sit down and shut up.” He eyed me. A mask covered his mouth and he wore all black, shaggy like his hair.

He walked over and unzipped his bag. He pulled out a knife and shoved me onto the bed with one forceful push.

”I remember you- wait! aren’t you Sam’s old middle school friend? ...

The key swings loosely from his neck. He wanders further down the hall. Red splatters dot the floor. The faint sound of children echoes in the dark empty space. Their voices haunting him, he remembers the horrors they displayed.

The chicken nuggets thrown across the room, and ketchup packets thrown on the floor. He uses the key to unlock the janitor closet.

I will have my revenge. He thinks to hi...

I know where it is.

Pretty sure I’m one of three people in the entire family who do.

Most keys unlock a house, a car.

A building.

This key unlocks something very, very different.

Magic.

Energies and powers from many, many different worlds. We visit new ones once a month, when my parents go on holiday and my aunt stays over.

I too, would have scoffed in speculative disdain at such a claim to...

When I turned the pages of the picture book he was older.His face was round and crumpled like the moon and his eyes (which were a fierce emerald or maybe a soft blue as bright as an August sky) glittered at anyone he met in the most curious way that made them,no matter if they were good or bad,want to follow along by his side.Want to be close to him.Wrapping each finger gently around the key,with ...

“Yeah, but when you say you’re mad, that scares me,” Ravi says as they walk through the woods.

“You’ve never actually witnessed my pissy side,” Rylee says. “What you saw was simply… ‘upset’.”

“When you’re mad- especially at me, that makes me scared more than… well, anything,” Ravi shrugs in the chilly air.

“More than ghosts?”

“Yep,” Ravi replies.

“More than me hugging you?”

He hesitates, “More ...

“I’m locked in” I told her

My lips on the keyhole

Her short panicked breathing

Echoed through the wood

“I’ll find it” she told me

“The key that will open

This room that you’re trapped in”

She promised she would

I listened for footsteps

Grown fainter and fainter

As she scurries away

On a futile pursuit

The key in the corner

All filthy and rusted

Smiles at me smugly

Beneath tangled roots

...

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖨'𝗆 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇

𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗒

𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗑 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗑𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍

𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗒, 𝖨'𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾

𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽

𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁...

For such a little key,

What it opens, is very big.

The size of a castle,

Towering above the clouds.

Locked in a casket,

Surrounded by the loud.

Making such a racket,

Taking all the sympathy.

An evil thing it is,

Yet people value it.

A tiny little key.

Everyone is forced to flea.

Pain is inflicted

By a tiny key.

Shouting and screaming,

Pouting and reaching.

Reaching for the hopes...