Fiction

DARKER 

    Lara, a 16 year-old girl, is coming home from school one day.  

When you have a dream, you should hold on tight and never let it go. Pursue it to the very end. Sometimes, that dream turns into an obsession. It eats away at your core. It consumes you.

It was the little things that made Martha want to leave home.

Delmonico’s was one of those restaurants that exuded old-world charm, the kind of place where waiters wore crisp white jackets and called you “sir” or “madam” with just the right mix of deference and familiarity.

8/15/1774

Monday

Dear Diary,

Today was strange. I met a man riding a mule. He was a queer looking sorta man, all sticks and bones and hair. He even had an eye-patch!

Lily gazed out the window of carriage. She had rarely been outside the Manor, so everything seemed new, even the flowers on the side of the road. Earnest was very boring. He had barely talked to her the whole carriage ride.

Matthew Bennet sat at the far corner of a bar, nursing a neat whiskey which had been in front of him for the better part of an hour. His eyes traced the rim of the glass, but his mind was elsewhere, calculating. Always calculating.

Delicate and soft, the most beautiful poppy flower stands before me. Gently swaying in the breeze, her tender face gleaming up toward the sun. 

Jackie O’lantern and Calavera “Cala” Haunts lived on the same street. But you never knew two more different witches. For Jackie was good, always hanging out candy and casting good luck spells. 

Once upon a time, in the early 19th century, there lived a young man named Tim who was known for his wild imagination and love for creating new inventions.

Lily stood stock still in the parlor. Today was choosing day so all the Head Workers were there, studying the wards.