When we first moved into our new home, we saw we had endless woods out back. It looked so magical, like a fairytale. It drew me in immediately, but I was warned not to come into these woods. I was told repeatedly, they are just too dangerous. “Promise me, my sweet daughter, don’t go into those woods,” my mumma would plead with me, I promised her, saying what she wanted to hear. Daddy would beg me, “don’t go into the woods...

Once upon a time, there was a farmer named 'Farmer Green' who ran a huge commercial farm that raised potatoes and carrots. His products were so good they were in great demand. His crops were completely organic and had a wonderful flavor and texture. Buyers from all over the world came to him for his crops and his secret to growing them. His house was in a distant corner of his fields, surrounded by a simple white rail fen...

He was lost to me, as the leaves changed to reds, oranges and gold. They fell silently, tossing about, as if someone had thrown a fist full of glitter in the air. I used to close my eyes and let them fall, and when I opened them, he would be there waiting for me. He was taken from me, when the full harvest moon shone brightly through the canopy of leaves high above my head. The pale light showing me the trail we walked do...

He couldn't sleep and was sitting in the living room trying to find something on TV. Over 100 channels, he thought to himself, and there's still nothing to watch. It was now nearly midnight. His wife had already gone to bed earlier that evening. Turning off the TV, he rose to look out the window. The full moon's light illuminating the backyard. Thinking a small walk would relax him. He went out the back door and toward th...

Missy, the girl who takes care of us, saw me looking at John sitting by the window reading the bible. “Corrie, do you want me to wheel you over?” I nodded and she pushed my chair to the corner and I sat next to John in the early morning sunlight. He’s reading his bible like he always does. I hate him. He stole my life, and he has the nerve to sit happily and read the bible. I close my eyes and think of Norway in 1900. My...

The soft caress of your thumb brushes along my hand, making my heartbeat thump hard. I blush, watching it move along the smoothness of my skin. You watch me, watching you and it makes you smile. Your eyes meet mine, pulling my gaze up to yours, I bite my lower lip becoming a little shy. You lean in, your breath on my skin. I can feel it tickle against my lips, making me release my lower one. I know what is about to come....

"Everything wasn't okay..." -Losing Grip by Avril LavigneI walked into the room and you walked out. I hugged you and you stiffened, I kissed you and your lips were frozen. It was like when you were on that one assignment for months and we couldn't be seen together, only worse because I know your assignment now is nothing like that. Why won't you hold me? Why won't you talk to me? Why won't you kiss me? I miss you! You wer...

It's a simple thought, but it doesn't stop it being true. My hand, entwined with yours, as we walk. My palm, gently squeezing. My thumb, swirling slow circles around your hand. Fingers interlaced, tight. My arm, around your waist, I pull you in for a long, slow, passionate kiss. Holding you close, my hand rubs along your back and I stroke your hair. I feel you doing the same, pulling me closer, deeper. We kiss like this,...

She slowly walks into the dark forest wiping the tears from her eyes. The tree tops filter the moonlight casting an eerie glow through the branches. The brambles from the vines at the base of the trees are ripping at the bottom of her dress. She hears something a few feet away, fear causes her heart to flutter, but she doesn't see anything. She spins around looking for the source of the noise. Stopping, her eyes land on a...

“David, is that you? Are you back?” she asked. There was no answer. It was a Red-tailed Hawk that had landed on a branch above. She had heard his wings flutter. She stared up now as she raised her arm, opened her palm, managed a smile and waved. A small celebration of being alive. “Are you after the berries on those brambles, Mr. Hawk?” she asked. Then she said “No, probably not. You’re a meat eater. Sorry if I insulted y...

“Tony, there’s a fire!” Scout yelled as loud as he could. He could see the smoke rising from the streets of Paris, a glittering mirage of smoky auras that clouded his view. “Oui, I am coming!” Tony screamed. Scout pulled on his hat. This looked like a massive fire. Even bigger than the one he’d put out in London once. That London fire, well, nobody could smoke like the British, and neither could their houses. He could hav...

"Mademoiselle, I cannot begin to express my pleasure at meeting you," he said softly. He was not lying. For three - nay, four - years he had waited to meet the fair lady who graced the small café down the street from his house. She came in, all slender features and soft angles, and ordered the same cup of coffee and pastry every day. He could have recited her order by heart, had he wished. Somehow, he never worked up the...

"Sophie cannot finish her dinner, she says she's had enough... Sophie's trying to make herself thinner, says she's eaten too much..." -Sophie by Eleanor McEvoy. It's three in the morning and she's still exercising, downstairs in the home gym. She becomes dizzy and stops, slowly stepping from the machine. She takes a sip from her water bottle, a bite of lettuce, and gets back on for another half hour until she is out of he...

"Hello, boy." "Woof." It's Twink, actually. "Here, boy." "Woof. Woof." Watch it, stranger. Don't go getting familiar. I need to check you out first, give you a good sniffing and... "C'mon, boy. Come here." "Woof. Woof." What's with the orders? I don't think I like your attitude. This is MY neighborhood and I'm a double-hard Jack Russel. So behave or I'll... "Come on. Come here, you little..." "Woof. Woof. Woof." Right. Th...

"Way down... way down... way down. ...They found you on the bathroom floor..." -Cemetery Drive by MCR. "'Lena!" His voice, rough from cigarettes and powders, sloppy, stomach-twisting from the slur of the alcoholic life. His breath sour - bitter - to my nose and broken-glass ragged in my ear. He staggers toward me, about as balanced as a cat on its front two legs. Snap out of it! Curled in on myself on my bathroom, black-c...