I found myself standing in the corner of my old bedroom. He was there, at the desk. Me, at nineteen. The big headphones were clamped over his ears, a deliberate barricade. Downstairs, the familiar noise

I had traced this apartment in my mind for weeks. Every sound, every shadow, every subtle movement memorized until it breathed through me. The floorboards, the angle of her chair, the rhythm of her knitting

It stood amongst the dying light, breath ragged, eyes hollow. The rider was gone, and the battle long faded, yet it lingered—bound by something deeper than command. Wind passed through its mane like forgotten

I looked out my cabin window, the one facing the forest. It’s been a while since Bear went out. He should be back by now. Usually, he never goes farther than where the cabin is still visible — but today,

I sat around the campfire with Clara and Jake. "What’s taking them so long?" Clara shifted uncomfortably. "Who knows? They’re probably just messing around," Jake said, letting out a

They said it would be simple. A small cut. A stitch. A missing piece neatly taken away. When he woke, the pain was nothing more than a dull hum — something that came and went beneath the noise of everyday

There was always something wrong about the decorations my father guarded so carefully. After all, he would never let us get inside. Caleb and I tried many times, but we would always be caught right when

Hi, I’m Noctis. While this isn’t my first post here, I have yet to introduce myself, so here goes. I’ve always been drawn to books, drawing, and anything creative. As a kid, though, I didn’t always have

He used to take pride in what he had. Everything always went his way: the praise from his family, the admiring glances and words of idolization from the neighbors; it was all very surreal. It almost felt

I still remember that day… It was a cold New England morning when I met that person. He gave me a metal box along with a letter that I was to deliver to a manor located on a small island off the coast