The Stream
By: Levi Adams
The sound of a creek accompanies me as I lie here pondering the elements that have made my story, my life, what it is today. I seem almost innocent, lying on the ground staring at the clouds like a child. The creek nearby I know exists, flowing to somewhere that, in my mind, has no time or space. Now my eyes are closed and I believe with all my heart the creek is not there.
The sound of flowing water is now my conscience, thoughts endlessly flowing into some oblivion that cannot exist without me. The sound stops, and I dream of nothing. A story where nothing happens; is it really as trite as it seems? I woke up from my dream, lying there next to my son, and enter my home from my back yard with a new outlook on life.
The sound of flowing water is now my conscience, thoughts endlessly flowing into some oblivion that cannot exist without me. The sound stops, and I dream of nothing. A story where nothing happens; is it really as trite as it seems? I woke up from my dream, lying there next to my son, and enter my home from my back yard with a new outlook on life.
The Thing I'm Not Supposed To Remember
By: Alexandria Deer
We will always remember the things we were never meant to remember. It always seems the human spirit was meant to be that way. At one time it my have served some purpose- the escape of dinosaurs and what-not. But today, this fateful day, it was hard not to remember the thing I'm not supposed to remember.
In my mind the image plays over and over; the little hand, the fire, the satisfied grin, the dark look in his eyes as he thew the remains of her little dress into the flames, the sadistic licking of his lips, and the last little speck of liquid rust he wiped away with his tongue.
Mom has been looking for days.
Becky is gone.
But Mommy,
I remember the thing I'm not supposed to remember.
Daddy ate Becky.
In my mind the image plays over and over; the little hand, the fire, the satisfied grin, the dark look in his eyes as he thew the remains of her little dress into the flames, the sadistic licking of his lips, and the last little speck of liquid rust he wiped away with his tongue.
Mom has been looking for days.
Becky is gone.
But Mommy,
I remember the thing I'm not supposed to remember.
Daddy ate Becky.
Lynn Shadowslayer (Prologue) By: Ashley Bilke
Young
Lynn was hidden in the branches of an oak tree, watching her home burn to
ashes. Three red cloaked monsters surrounded the still, dark forms of Lynn’s
dead parents, which were lying on the ground. The monsters lifted the corpses
and carried them off to eat, but not until the bodies had rotted and bloated
would they be devoured.
Two tears slid down eight year old Lynn’s fair cheeks. She hid until the red cloaked creatures were well out of sight then scrambled down the oaks trunk and ran, weeping. Her lacy skirt was torn from her reckless climb down the large tree. Lynn’s parents had told her to hide when the monsters came, their touch freezing the ground, their shattered lanterns burning the timbers of a small cabin Lynn had called home.
Lynn wailed her loss to the night sky, clutching a small ring her mother had worn and a silver dagger that had been carried by her father. Items Lynn had picked out of the grass. Items that were meaningless to the monsters that had carelessly tossed them aside. They were all Lynn had left of her family, her life, her home, as her entire world crumbled to ash.
Two tears slid down eight year old Lynn’s fair cheeks. She hid until the red cloaked creatures were well out of sight then scrambled down the oaks trunk and ran, weeping. Her lacy skirt was torn from her reckless climb down the large tree. Lynn’s parents had told her to hide when the monsters came, their touch freezing the ground, their shattered lanterns burning the timbers of a small cabin Lynn had called home.
Lynn wailed her loss to the night sky, clutching a small ring her mother had worn and a silver dagger that had been carried by her father. Items Lynn had picked out of the grass. Items that were meaningless to the monsters that had carelessly tossed them aside. They were all Lynn had left of her family, her life, her home, as her entire world crumbled to ash.