Silently, I watched my father’s hound rush off. Bouncing through the grass to get the goose. Giddy. Proud to make his master happy.
“Why don’t you make yourself useful and collect the geese Holt?” my brother asked, not an ounce of venom in his tone. “You’d be faster than Finn.”
My dad hit him lightly. Smacking him gently with the butt of his rifle as the words floated and sank, digging into the earth.
“Don’t say things like that to your brother. He’s a werewolf, not a dog. It’s a legitimate condition,” Dad snarled.
My brother didn’t mean anything by it. Not at all. It was a suggestion made by a young mind. Someone who doesn’t quite understand.
I think about it all the time. Continue reading “Wolf Hound”
She sputters sometimes.
Wakes up in fits.
There are nights when there’s nothing I can do. There’s no warning. No sounds. It’s quiet. Peaceful for me.
And then, I realize:
It’s only peaceful for me. Continue reading “Fitful Night”
The door slammed a lot harder than she expected. As if the wind took it, or an angry demon had been summoned inside the apartment.
Which could be the case, in all honesty.
However, that wasn’t why the door slammed.
It was because she was angry.
And, quite possibly, a little hurt.
As hurt as a vampire can be, anyway. Continue reading “Okay”
I was a princess betrothed to a prince.
A prince with a kingdom. A prince with power. A prince with money, and fame, and people who adored him. I was betrothed to a prince who was foolish. A prince who, in the span of just a year, lost everything his kingdom had ever built.
I was betrothed to a prince who lost everything.
And when he did, he went missing. Gone. Not a single trace of him to be found. I was betrothed to a missing prince who left only a note with one word.
I was betrothed to a prince. A prince who I’d known for as long as I can remember. A prince with a kind heart and a clear voice. A prince who wouldn’t dare fight to keep others from their freedom.
I was betrothed to a prince.
And I will be again. Continue reading “Weak Prince”
We were kids. Couldn’t have been older than six, that’s all I know. That’s as far as my memory can reach.
It’s more than far enough.
We were kids, and we were sitting in the barn. Staring at a dead mouse. Well, it wasn’t really a mouse. Not quite yet, anyway. It was still fairly pink. Poor thing. It was trying to be a mouse. It really was.
But it fell.
Instead of crawling or walking or scurrying how mice do, it fell from the rafters. Without even a single sound, it fell.
We were kids, and we were staring at the mouse, a giant lump in my throat and a stone in my stomach. An ache spreading through my joints as I thought about how such a small thing had died so soon. He hadn’t even really lived yet, the poor little thing.
And that was when he said it. Staring at the lost life before us, his expression receded in his sadness, he said it.
“One day, I’m going to be the Grim Reaper.”
It was a bit of a bombshell.
So, I’d said, “I thought you were going to be a lawyer.”
As somberly as he could—neither of us really understood it at the time—he said, “Mom says they’re practically the same thing.”
Continue reading “The Reaper, My Love”
The red ran from his fingertips, dripping onto the pavement.
It wasn’t that they didn’t deserve it. In all honesty, they probably did. What were the odds that I was the first to pass by here? That I was the first person they attacked? First person they tried to…
It was over.
For now, I had to push it out of my mind. Get home. Then I could let it sink in. Let the beast of memory burden me with bite. But, for now, I was still in an alleyway.
An alleyway with bodies in it.
I shuddered at the thought.
It wasn’t me who did this. And, upon inspection, I doubt anyone would think of this as something a human had done.
And they wouldn’t be wrong. Not really.
No human did this.
No human could do something like this.
No, it was definitely not a human.
It was him.
He drops his hands to his sides, and they drip. Oozing at first, and then tapering off into small smatters.
Looking at me, he cocks his head to the side, curiously.
I shudder again.
But not because I fear him. It’s for something else entirely. A nagging in my mind that I can no longer ignore.
I need to get home. Continue reading “Silhouttes”
“Do you know why I brought you here?”
One minute, I was in my room, sulking. And now, I’m somewhere else.
Somewhere else entirely.
The stars shine beneath my feet. Like standing on a glass aquarium, only, instead of sharks, there are millions of fires burning. Lights that flicker and don’t fade. That burst, but don’t explode. A brightness that I can’t describe, that shines brightly like a thousand suns to create a million rainbows to light up a thousand thunder storms. It’s the top of the world, the mouth of heaven. A place anyone would be mystified by.
But I still don’t know where “it” is.
Or why I’m here.
So I shake my head at the man. The man who had the funny markings on his face. The white-hot glowing eyes. That angelic smile.
That angelic smile that looks so accepting. So knowing.
“Let me show you,” he says.
Honestly, I don’t know how he can show me anything at all.
It’s far too bright here. Continue reading “Star Collision”
I’ve always been obsessed with things that run well, in perfect tandem. Things that mesh well. That fold together, ever so perfectly, to be something better than all the parts on their own.
I’d like to say that I live my life like that. In perfect tandem.
But if I did, I’d be lying.
Continue reading “Simple Understanding”
Pantings are so easily accepted. The marring of canvas so readily displayed as art. Reds and blues and purples and blacks. Hundreds of colors, mimicking life. All of it considered a masterpiece.
Why is the scarring of a canvas so readily accept, yet we reject our owns scars as art? Continue reading “Scar Marks”
“I’ll never let you down.”
Seriously. Trying to promise me something like that really pissed me off.
Because you will let me down.
And I know it.
I knew it the moment I met you. The moment I decided we could be friends. The moment I decided that I didn’t mind having you around. The moment I decided that I wanted you to stick around. I knew it.
Because you’re human.
And I’m human.
And we’re all just doing our best to avoid the inevitable:
The moment we disappoint each other.
Which, seems sad, doesn’t it?
But tt’s not.
Honestly, it’s kind of a relief.
If you were perfect, and I wasn’t? Or vice versa?
Don’t you think that would suck?
Continue reading “Graduating From Disappointment”