Whatever you want to know about me can be found in my writing ;).
Dark hair pooled around a slack face, giving the body an aura of a demented mermaid. Sarah combed out the ebony strands, running her fingers through it like she always did. Hair didn’t feel dead, so if she just kept brushing it, she could almost imagine Mags was still alive.
Fear of the Dark
I’ve never seen the lines of her face, but the sound of her screams are as familiar to me as the beating of my own heart. We exist in the void, together but always alone. Shuffling along a path that has no destination, the temptation to reach for her never abandons me, but my fear is stronger and stops me from touching, from speaking. Suffering is the only sound we’re allowed to make in this world.
World of Deception
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. The deep lines around hardened eyes added to the shadows underneath them. Weathered skin was adorned with raised, angry scars and a toughness that only came with an equally difficult life. A silver sheen glistened through otherwise brown hair that might have been beautiful on someone else. The woman who stared back at me was a cruel reminder of every horror and sin that this body had been witness to or committed.
The Key To Happiness
"One of the biggest things I had to unlearn is that -- for me to be happy, I need good grades and a high paying job." I saw this on Instagram, and it struck me. This is an idea that is engrained in most of us from a very young age, and I used to believe it with all my heart. I was Salutatorian of my high school class, graduated college with honors, and attempted to make that money, believing I was checking off all the boxes that would lead to pure bliss.
The rising tide washed over and rattled the bones that were overflowing from the mouth of the cave. Some had been there for decades, escaping the grip of the waves that tried to haul them to the bottom of the ocean beyond the shore of the island. They clung to the rocks and sand that had become their forgotten home, waiting to hear the song that had drawn them to this place. It resonated throughout the cave, echoing off the stone walls and reaching out, enticing anyone who was unlucky enough to be sailing by. There were no words to this song, no regaling lyrics that told a story of love or triumph. It was more of a feeling than a melody, a yearning that stripped away will and conscious thought.
- Top Story - January 2023