Finding Beauty in the Pen

I glance in the mirror and I know I look sad I get asked why I look sad and I answer "because I am sad" and sadness isn't talk...

everything is bland tasteless going out is like staying in with more stress and no pajamas. people ask how I am I know my smile is not...

there is a corridor long empty echoful I watch and wait and wait all faces are familiar due to the temporal lobe currently working,...

The Washington D.C. subway isn’t exactly the safest place to take a group of young girls, but it was safer than the alternative we had left...

The eyes appeared before I was even halfway finished with the portal. The wolves were the only ones not affected by the Nolus’ poison and t...

As soon as I set the child I was carrying on the soft grass, Kailah appeared by my side, her eyes wide with questions. I nodded and cast a ...

         The walk to the gate was deadly quiet. Babies were suckled and swaddled before the journey so as to be as silent as possible. Olde...

           I rose before the sun, as I always did, and took Cara’s cooing baby from his small crib, changing his diaper as quiet rays of li...