Fear.  It creeps up on us, seeping into our flesh and planting roots in our ribcage, its weeds inundate our bones. It lets lose its vines around our throat and tightens its grasp until we can no longer breathe.  It is a controlling monster that lurks deep inside of us, eager to overtake our being.      Fear is a game your...

It was an August night.  Most of the summer gone, and the new autumn still waiting to be born.  The dripping cotton candy sky hangs on the horizon, stretching its embellished hue to last just a little while longer.            They sat in the car pulled over on the road, throwbacks pouring out from the speakers, a sense of nostalgia...

The year is 1787.  A crisp autumn breeze sweeps through the Scottish hills.  Not a star lay in the sky, and the night is pitch black.  Marion McLeamont raises the flickering candle over each of her sibling’s faces, taking in all of their features.  She turns to her mother, the light of the candle highlights the crevices by her eyes revealing the many smiles she’s worn through...

free·dom /ˈfri:dəm/ noun 1. there is no elixir like returning to the endless sea which meets the extensive horizon. 2. the salted waves lick my legs and the sun kisses my skin.  how can we know the shipwrecked lullabies of those who went before us?  did they feel pain the way we sometimes feel it, when our chains drag us down?  those chains of bondage and despair. ...

Shuffling through the pages, its cover worn and signs of clearly been flipped through before.  A book of memories still etched in a girl’s brain.  A book of mistakes made and lessons learned.  Tales told of the beauty of growth and how shyness blossoms into confidence just as a flower blooms.  Discovering the crevices and learning to love the small things.  A grand adventure,...

A boy sat on the rooftop, his legs crossed and his arms wrapped around his shins.  He sat there, waiting for the sunset to reach its peak and its colors to explode in a peaceful vibrancy only the sky knew how to perform.   A girl climbed out of the window of the neighboring apartment and watched him.  Her glassy green eyes met his cloudy grey ones and locked onto them.  She...

Friendship is something everyone longs to have.  To have someone who is always there for you no matter what, who loves to talk and hang out with you, share goofy stories with, laugh with and cry with.  To have a deep and meaningful friendship is wonderful, but no friendship is perfect.         That being said, what makes a friend, a friend? ...