Coma

I knew each of them. I knew their Birthdays and their favorite color. I knew their morning, evening, and night routines. I couldn't have just forgotten everything. But why don't they remember me? Why do they not know my Birthday or my favorite food. What about my middle name or my favorite movie. How is it that none...

The Girl in the Music Shop

I felt a hand brush my thigh, pulling me out of my dazed state. I looked at the handsome boy and instantly recognized him; he was that Larken boy. The one Papa said to stay away from. But there was something about him that made me want to stay closer to him. "You're Will's daughter, aren't you?" He asked. I nodded, un...