There exists a monster that feeds not on blood and meat but your mind and memory’s. A creature that is made of shadows, it is incorporeal. It cannot be harmed by any material weapon. It lurks in moments of forgetfulness and déjà vu. Each time it strikes you lose a bit of yourself. Stealing your […]Read More Shadow of memorys
Tommy was always bullying her. “Pig” “Pig” he call her over and over again. The teachers and staff at school always ignore the twelve year old picking on his classmate, jenny. An obese girl she quickly caught Tommy’s ridicule. He made it his mission to make sure every school day was miserable for her, and […]Read More Pig!
As we preform vivisection on animals in the pursuit of knowledge, somewhere something just as uncaring does the same to us.Read More In the name of knowledge
Most elevators are sealed boxes, you feel movement but you can’t see it. Without the blinking lights or a way to tell the time can you tell how long you have traveled? LED lights and dinging noises where created to show just what floor you are on for your convenience. There are many who […]Read More Elevator
“Staring” Alice thought to herself “Why is this woman staring at me?” It was early, and Alice commuted to work by bus. It was often busy, and many looked at their phones or the windows without giving much mind to their fellow commuters. However on this trip, the elderly woman who recently sat across […]Read More Stareing
The Wind howled. I wrapped my scarf tight around my neck in hopes it would not blow away. The streets are dark and empty while fences rattled against their posts. It was going to rain soon, it likely be a large storm. I left the bar early in hopes of getting home before it started. […]Read More A Walk Home
“Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.” -Edgar Allan Poe In a dream Joseph saw himself sleeping. His twelve-year-old body tucked in a thick comforter, on top of his old hand me down mattress. Even as he stood by his bedside, […]Read More Ink filled Dream