Soul spilled out, congealed into words.

Loss sires insight, pain breeds beauty.

Effort destroys what only impusle creates.

Found myself through finding my characters.

Past before; future behind; walking backwards.

The wolf’s breath rose in a visible tendril amidst the falling snowflakes. He had recently been ostracized from his pack after trying to wrest the Alpha male position away from his brother, and failing. He now wandered the wilderness solo, searching for anything edible. His face burned with the four identical scars streaking diagonally over his right eye, whose lid had close, protecting the newly emptied socket. Suddenly, his desperation for food shifted to one of survival. The wind had quic...

The cold metal pressed gently yet firmly against his head, Ewan recounted everything that had happened in the past several months. The accusations of schizophrenia, the denial of Eileen from their parents, constant ridicule from all those about him, and a migraine that had only been growing in intensity over the past year and a half. The barrel trembled slightly as Ewan remembered the shouting matches with his father about the reality of his sister Eileen. "How can you continue on with this ...

The light above the mirror hummed dully as Elise Carter peered at herself peering back out. She paid no heed to the pounding on the locked door behind her or to the screams from her roommates Jessi and Rachael as they desperately tried to contact her. As if half in a trance, she opened a drawer and started muttering incoherently to herself. Elise, with tears streaming down her face, pulled a razor from the open drawer and began to trace her veins with it. “Everything has been Hell since Mom a...

Can true love be one sided? Evan had asked himself that very same question several times over the past several years as his love for Sara continued to grow. He’d heard all the stories that ended so happily, so sappily; all the movies they’d watched together, where the boy and the girl always end up together. He had learned that that was all bull. There really was no happily ever after; not for him at least. He’d met Sara three years prior in their first year at college. They’d immediately be...

He stood in the rain, under a street lamp, in a loose, white shirt, and comfortable black pants, as he waited for the woman to come out of her lover’s apartment. He still didn’t quite understand exactly how everything worked in this big city. He couldn’t even remember what the name of this city was. Homberg, or something along those lines, that’s what he’d heard someone say. A man by the name of Hans Kefke had paid him to off his wife of thirteen years, since he’d learned that she had been k...