Some times it was the skimming of a fingertip while chopping tomatoes for dinner. Other times, the cut was more sinister.This time was no different; posed between two high-brick walls to a pair of neighboring brownstones, Rinae was backed into a corner. Literally. Rinae swore, light and high-pitc...
He looked just as I had last remembered him; black tuxedo nicely pressed, blonde hair ruffled and carelessly tossed about. When he reached out a hand to help me up, I noticed I was wearing my mother's white gown again, not a trace of blood on either of us. "Well don't you look enchanting?" Leo sp...
Fire races along the sides of my bed, engulfing the wood and brass frame of my childhood bedroom. The walls begin to melt, wallpaper curling and blackening at the flames licking up and along the wall. Burning, melting flesh hits my nose, and I double over, gagging. For a second, I believe it’s my...