The smell of cinnamon filled the kitchen, she wiped the flour onto her overalls, and jumped down from the chair.
“Grandma,” she said, tugging at the leg of her Grandmother’s pants.
“how long until we take them out of the oven?”
Her eyes sparkled at the thought of biting into one of her family’s famous cinnamon buns……[Read more]
I have a longing, deep inside my mind.
I long for something I shouldn’t;
I want to know what it would be like.
Would it be dark and lonely?
Or bright and inviting?
Do angels exists,
or would it be a few too many pills,
and that’s it?
I know you shouldn’t wish for it,
but no one told my heart,
I think I’ve fallen in love
with the uncertainty…
Everything always centered around it-
that very first hit.
People saw distress and suffering,
every time she tried to smile.
They couldn’t let her forget,
not even after the walls crumbled.
They always saw her in the center;
of the pile of debris.
Her face blue and purple,
but a smile still shone through;
until the night she begged…[Read more]
The chalkboard stood in front of her,
absolutely cluttered with a series of complex formulas;
none of which she knew the meaning of.
The only thing she did know,
was that the world would not erase mankind,
she would not allow it…
“X squared..” she mumbled, fiddling with the chalk in her hands..
“to the power of 15-”
“Amber? What in the…[Read more]
I was almost like they wanted me to take an eraser to all of my feelings.
To start a new page in that journal,
to write new stories on new lines;
to forget you.
And so, I picked up a pen instead,
something none of their erasers could abolish..
and I wrote the number five on the wall of my heart
in permanent ink.
Her hands hung over the edge of the tub,
her body finding new strength…
she makes a decision,
that isn’t really conscious-
to pull her body from the cold, wet floor.
The people knocking on the door,
they would miss her..
one more sigh…
Her young fingers curled around the rope, as she trudged on the small sleigh followed behind her. Though empty upon first glance, the sled was full; overflowing even. She pulled behind her now, what had brought about hours of fun for three before her. The earth was covered with a blanket of light snow, and her hands were red in colour. The wind…[Read more]
He stood, frozen, in the doorway. His eyes scanned back and forth, unable to make out anything familiar. His room looked as if it had been completely turned upside down. His jaw dropped when he noticed that one thing still sat in the very same place; the thing he had initially suspected led to the ransack… but why?
It’s the longest road;
not all the bricks are yellow.
Some are cracked and worn,
others teeter under your feet.
The ones that are shattered,
they can’t hold you…
You read every sign,
a distance that never shrinks.
You’ve chosen the path least traveled by,
and gone astray time after time.
Now dust the dirt off your…[Read more]