“Whatcha think, Teddy?” A charmed smile radiated beyond the little boy's lips; eyes full of a hunger to meddle with his curiosities. His imagination was ablaze, and yet, Teddy remained silent. He pressed buttons as quickly as he could. The box spun and lurched, tossing him and Teddy across the box. All of a sudden,…Read more Little Prehistoric Traveler
May I hold you? He extended his hand to her, praying she would take his offer. No words passed between them as time ticked by. She studied him, trying to read his thoughts. A smile formed on her lips as she placed her hand in his. Carefully, he lifted her from the chair and wrapped…Read more Last Goodbye
"Hey Shara!" Brandon hollered. I hurried out of sight, turning crimson for being seen - especially by him. He was my crush, if an eight year old could have one. Neighborhood friends, we spent most of our free time at each other's houses, doing a variety of activities: football, baseball, basketball, trampolines, hide and seek,…Read more Playing House
I don't remember when the shadows entered me; if they were always there, or found their way in. They are the demons I battle every day. With or without constant support, they will always linger in the back ground – waiting for the time to escape and strike. Hungry beasts, they feed on my emotions;…Read more My Vulnerability
I love her. My lips smirked as I watched her struggle beneath me. She was terrified, and I couldn’t help but bask in the ecstasy of the moment. I had a stunning creature in my arms, but I wish she understood; I just wanted to make her even more beautiful. She deserved to be the…Read more Blue Eyes
It was his masterpiece; a simple cardboard box created by a little boy's imagination. As a canvas for his markers, colorful lines swirled along the sides. Each line told a story of excitement and adventure: thrilling times for a little boy and his ever faithful companion. He held Teddy in his arms, knowing his friend's…Read more The Little Time Traveler
Aaron was gulping down his anger with cheap vodka, hiding from the world to drown in his self-induced sorrows. It was a routine, at times – fighting then drinking, drinking then fighting. It was as if he wanted it to happen.