Fiction

On his way home from school, one day Gregory decides to do his Mom a little favor. So as he pulls into the driveway he stops and gets out to grab the mail out of the mailbox. There is a surprisingly big stack of envelopes.

When I think of the color blue I think of calm. The color blue reminds me of the bright sky in the morning. The feel of the breeze when I walk outside. I look up and it's so bright and I'm instantly refreshed.

Scott was driving down Jonhaby lane, going by his usual route through the forest. To a bus driver, Thanksgiving weekends were always busy. Men and women of different careers rushing home to be with their families.

The Night Slayer

It’s halloween the time were Ghouls, Goblins, Witches, Vampires, and Wolfs come out to play,
Were couples dress up as Bonnie and Clyde,
Were sisters dress up as the sinister twins,

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“AAAHHHHH!! HUMANS!!” 

The Golden Apple By Zavier Barnes

I never talk about it.
It doesn't work.
I can't say it out loud. But I can think it. I think it all the time. 
It comes in different forms: dreams, day dreams, flashbacks, black outs. 

(Continued from Part 2)

You must read part 1 first before you read this part 2

I will die today. I wake up with sentence pounding in my mind like a migraine, traced on my tongue like a tattoo. I jump to my feet and bang my head on the ceiling of my tent, which collapses around me like my life is about to.

The light was soft, painfully soft. The exquisite gold of the sunrise muffled our passion. I reached for her hand, but she pulled away, regarding her own reflection in the lake with clinical poise.