As I held the key in my hand, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. It was as if, suddenly, a door opened in my mind, and memories began to flow without stopping. I could see vividly those days when the sun shone with a unique intensity over my Caribbean island, and the sound of children’s laughter echoed through the dusty streets of my neighborhood. It was as if time had stopped just to let us live...

A runner losing faith rushes to the end of his so called happyness feeling meaningless, carrying heavy stones on his back, when his body wants to lay down powerless.

Running , running , trough this neverending running , the spirit , the divine touch gets lost in the wellknown woods of his deep mind and soul when he makes a final choice.

He leaves his “home” in this forgotten place, he buries th...

His heart dug beneath the earth.

Weighed by shackles of bare bones and undertones

Every step hurried

It’s beautiful unkept depth

Until his path had crossed another’s

Her heart dug beneath the earth

Weighed by shackles of scarlet cries and unmarked eyes

Every step hurried

It’s beautiful unkept depth

Until her path had crossed another’s

Their eyes glared at the glimmer key named

“Hope”

To ...

To some, it was a key.

To others, it was junk.

To people who could see its power, it was a treasure.

To her, it was the holder of her friend’s soul.

And she vowed to never let anyone destroy it.

Which meant hiding their ancestry from her only daughter.

Did their bloodline matter more, or did her friend?

They were the last of their kind.

Withholding the information all the way to her death ...

This was a reality and still is

**The Nakba of 1948**

The Nakba, or "Catastrophe," of 1948 marks one of the most harrowing and devastating events in modern history. During this period, hundreds of thousands of Palestinian Arabs were forcefully expelled from their homes as violence erupted with the establishment of the state of Israel. Entire villages were razed, families were torn apart, and coun...

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...