Stolen

My mom always use to say most things stolen is often returned. ...why haven't I been returned yet?

Code Red

“Um, look, we can’t be best friends anymore,” He started. I felt my heart crack as soon as the words left his mouth. “What? Why not?” I asked confused. I felt the tears threaten to spill over but I blinked rapidly to push them away. “Cause I don’t want to be,” He snapped, looking towards the door. “It’s better off w...

Monster of Blue

Children have been plagued by monsters for decades. From creepers under the bed, to the little voices whispering fears inside their heads. To the eyes that lie behind closet doors, to the ones that roam that halls of creaking floors. There's one forgotten by time, remembered only by a broken rhyme. He preys on the swe...