Christmas time
When the lights twinkle and excitement thickens the air. Laughter, anticipation, joy, innocence. Behind the children singing in their mother-made costumes…
When the lights twinkle and excitement thickens the air. Laughter, anticipation, joy, innocence. Behind the children singing in their mother-made costumes…
I remember your hands, your stupid red tie and coconut biscuits. I remember your hair, the small of leather and tobacco smoke. I remember your gifts, the smile…
“Take him up on your shoulders!” Momma said to Daddy, giving my hand to him. “Aww, Raylyn, I ain’t gotta do nothin’.” Daddy mumbled. The words somehow found…
The wind wrapped around her neck, pulling tightly until air seemed to come to her in only short, perforated gasps. She gripped her luggage trunk more securely…
The young redheaded boy lunged away towards the ground, dashing madly to escape the hands of his drunken mentor. He was skimpy and gangly, with a scrawny body…
The girl fell to the floor. A sharp kick struck her side, and she gasped in breathless pain. “Would you but obey me, wretch!” rasped the voice of her…
“She looks anorexic” I lower my head when I walk down the streets. “When is the last time she ate?” “*What is the last thing she ate?*” I let my hair cover…
Every morning I would tell her just how beautiful she was. And in return, she would hit me. Her fist would land right square in my center, pushing me to my…
I’d never been much of a runner. But then again, I’ve never been much of anything in daddy’s eyes. Tonight, as my feet pounded on the black top of the street…
“Mommy! Mommy! Look! Look!” The girl said, waving her green and blue fingers in the air. She looked at her mother, who was silently watching the sunset…
“Mom! Mommy!” The wind blows through my hair pushing it in my eyes, but not enough to blind me from the sight of abandonment. I run through the wind, my feet…
My mother’s hand tentatively brushes away my hair. Out of instinct I shiver. I still don’t trust this woman. Her hands feel the same, just as gentle and sweet…
You made me weak where I once had strengths years later still bring me to my knees a slap to the face constantly a message taunting me just a hello you say its…
I hate you. Maybe hate’s a strong word for a person like me, but I won’t use any other. I am good at my job. Excellent, in fact. And you’re threatened by that…
I lick the tip of my finger and dip it in the pile of white powder. Rubbing it along my swollen gums, I sigh. Relief. I’m soaring, but not like a bird. I’m…
They were in a bad marriage. Punches were thrown and there was no retaliation. Hit after hit was received, and none were dealt back. Counsellors were talked…
I pick up one of the oblong pills and roll it around in my fingers. Slowly I let it fall down into the cup of my palm. It looks too small and delicate to cause…
The dark house reeked of piss and alcohol. Tristan traced his fingers over every wound in the scarred, staircase wall. Memories of his sisters screams and…
She looks at this portrait, one that lays atop a mantle, above a roaring fire. The family in the picture looks as if they’re nothing less than perfect. When…
Finishing the glass, the sharp liquid scorched its way down her throat. It had been a long time since she’d had a drink, and the room spun in response as…