Silence is not quiet, its loud. It's a deafening roar. I've experienced quiet before; I always start work at 4am. Quiet is the gentle hum of the street lamps. Its the first songs of the birds, the last scream as the foxes return to their warrens,...

Dried husks scratched their arms as they squeezed through the narrow isles of corn. Finding the entrance was a miracle as the pathways are barely discernable from the rows of planted corn. Every year, Old Man Hanky builds a corn maze for the local kids, but...

There once was a magical kingdom of sleep Where children drifted to after counting their sheep And it was ruled by blankets and pillows and beds Who would send happy thoughts to little children’s heads. But in this land of joy and bliss There was on pillow who ran amiss He...

I really need to let this out. I can’t bear to live with what happened that night anymore. Every time I close my eyes I can see the death in her eyes, and the malice in his. I had just recently moved out to Scotland...