The Lonely

It was cold out. Not too cold out, but the wind was predictably chill this time of year and everyone knew it too. Scarves were tightened as an extra precaution and children were sent to school bundled up so high they looked like little marshmallow people. You would...

Again

She saw him from across the room, not expecting this kind of interaction. He saw her too, and the quick and quiet glances they exchanged went unnoticed by the guests. Each had a glass of champagne in hand, and mingled with others, slowly inching toward one another...

Homeless Hat Productions

When I was eighteen I would sit in the park for hours and watch people pass by. I would sit and think about the world and life, and lament just sitting in the park watching people go by. I would bring a notebook, and maybe make up stories but mostly just write about...

Trust Me

Trust me, he said In the middle of a mangled breathe┬áHe said Trust me What else could you possibly do when someone gives you a hand and it’s all you’ve ever wanted He said trust me the first time I didn’t I had this feeling, but even without any...

Shattered

The one thing he hated more than anything was the sound of breaking glass. The way it cracked on the ground, the marble amplifying the sound, the shards exploding all over the place. That was the first clue, the shattering. The soft whipping sound from her clothing...