Who taught Icarus to run from home? To run to golden arms of unsettling perfection? To hold tight to something so beyond reach it would be his undoing? Did he know? That each second spent would slowly steal the color from his hair? That each kiss would leave a darkened sun-mark on his sand-pale skin?…

Long ago in a land far away, A boy named Cinder-Elliot did play. He was happy and free ’til that sad day came When his mother died and step-father placed blame. Years passed and Elliot toiled His step-brothers poked fun, his happy plans foiled. One day a change came by, When a royal messenger did…

My father emphasized traditions and Christmas was no exception Always, button up shirts and glasses of eggnog around the dinner table Regardless of heavy and  humid Decembers in Alabama But none was heavier than when his seat was left bare   My mother bought the biggest tree, it scraped the ceiling And never had I…

when I think of the crazy things that life hath given us so far, I think of how far we have come how far we can go. stop looking back dear look into my eyes and see the future I see see your glory in my eyes you are not any more than you need…

Everyone has wishes. They can be big or small, selfish or selfless, known by all or known by one. Some wish on the stars and planets while others wish on candles while still others wish on angel numbers.  Mykala is no different. A girl whose dreams range from inconsequential things to the unreachable. At five,…

I could feel the heat radiating from her skin; bright rosy cheeks and wide green eyes stared back at me. I could feel the words she sang in her head through the air. I could feel her hands twist into mine, and though my face felt as hot and red as hers, I wasn’t nervous,…

A desolate stream of water and neon ripples away when the step of a white shoe exits the Aeromag. The shoe then pulls a young man in azure pants dressed with a silver belt paired with a scarlet shirt that has just an embroidered smiley face up on the chest. The man takes a deep…

“You’re needed in Mr. Serino’s office right away,” came a slightly pinched voice through George’s office phone. George gulped. What had he done this time? He didn’t care much for his job anymore, but he still didn’t particularly want to lose it. He knocked on his boss’s broad oak door and heard a muffled “Come…

How do you mark the change in a man? How do you know when, exactly, he decides to throw aside everything he has known and live a life of tyranny? Is it one single, definitive moment or rather the culmination of wrongs that make a villain? I never considered myself a villain. I suppose every…

Jefferies Station was huge—lots of tracks ran through the station, and trains were constantly coming and going. The tiled white roof hung in a series of arches above us like an Olympic swimming pool for bats. Standing there in this huge room crowded with grown-ups, I felt tiny. Their words echoed off the walls—almost louder…

Pounds and pounds of makeup were applied daily to every inch of Cassidy’s skin. She wished that her skin was similar to everyone else, but there wasn’t anything she could do about it. She had dealt with it for her entire life, hiding her discoloration since she could remember.  The heavy weight of the makeup…

Chapter 1 “On Board” “Where am I?” asks a fair lady with golden locks that strung down as she sat up from the bed that she was not familiar with. Her ocean-blue eyes look at the bed and looked at the blanket that held many patterns. Before she could question the quilt, a gruff and…

Chapter 1: Awakening I look around and see a bunch of trees. I get myself off the dirt ground. I begin to randomly walk around hoping to figure out what I am doing here, where I am, or anything really. As I try to remember one thing I begin to realize how little I remember….

My name is Kara and I just recently graduated from college. If I were to be honest, I thought I’d have never finished. My parents always wanted the best for me, while I wanted to move to LA and start my acting career. I know that I had to make my parents proud and that…

I quietly got out of my Chevy pickup truck. Stepping down into the dirt with my sandals and lower layers of my dress swarming in a cloud of dirt, I didn’t care and started to wander.  I wandered along the dirt path quietly, following the twists and turns. I consistently looked up to see if…

The cold fall is settling outside, and the semester is coming to an end. What consumes most of my days now are essays and piles of school books that wall me into an inescapable room. It’s all boring and dreary, a mirror of the changing seasons outside. My thoughts now are swamped by finals and…