In the Night

I come out in the night
I come out in the cold
I come out when I’m wanted
At times when I’m told
I come to keep you in control
When Pain has taken too far her toll. Continue reading “In the Night”



Light filters though my eyes. The colors seem different, somehow. Like someone sewed a Snapchat filter onto my corneas. But a couple blinks and the feeling’s gone.

Wait. Feeling?

A memory passes through me. The operation. 

I should feel something, right? Arms, legs? I try to wiggle my toes, fingers, anything that will take the command.

No response.

They must have failed.

I move my head to the side, and a lock of hair falls in my face. Blonde.

No, they didn’t fail at all. At least, not completely.

This is not my body.  Continue reading “Transplant”

Bleeding Thunder

A bolt of lightning is inevitably followed by a bang. That’s basic cause and effect. A fact of life. I should have known that. The storm outside only served as a grim reminder of my fate.

Idiot, idiot, IDIOT, I thought in panicked repetition as I bolted away from the sound of thundering footsteps. It was too dark to see, but I had twelve years’ experience of the layout of my own house. Things never changed around here, despite my mother’s claims that they would.

People don’t change, either. Continue reading “Bleeding Thunder”

Not Ready to Die

Death is a funny thing. Many people will tell you they aren’t scared of it. A few of them even believe they want it. It’s the common truth among those fortunate enough to be ignorant to anything beyond the mere concept. I used to be the same, until I was staring my own mortality in the face. It looked like an endless void of blackness, encased in a rounded silver halo. I stood frozen, unable to prevent it from inching toward me until its rim kissed my brow, the cold chill of metal causing my whole life to shudder as it hung on the line. I gulped at the clicking sound of death’s reaper, now ready and willing to pierce through my skull and welcome me to the abyss. Continue reading “Not Ready to Die”

The Graveyard Shift

I watch the sunset blend its russet reds with the subtle starlight of dusk. The canvas in the sky matches the palette of autumn leaves as they twist and tumble in the steady breeze. Such life they seem to have, for their dry and withered states. Deceased but still living, they dance through the air before finally coming to rest above the cemetery’s inhabitants. They hide the displays of bouquets in their various shades of life: offerings for loved ones long since departed.

The gravestones jut upward from their leaf beds, the only shades of gray in the entire gated grounds. With my leaf blower, I relieve them of their colored cover and send the leaves sailing once again. Nothing dead rests here. Continue reading “The Graveyard Shift”

Dragon Master

The mysterious crimson stone flickered and flashed in the firelight. For a fleeting fraction of a moment, it appeared to be alive. Adrelius shivered, despite the fact that he was sitting as close to the campfire as he could without getting burned. He kept the coconut-sized Soulstone next to him, not daring to take his eyes from the treasure they had all risked their lives for, and were still risking their lives for. Drel could not bear to think what would become of himself and the prince if they were to fail this mission. Continue reading “Dragon Master”

Create a free website or blog at

Up ↑