Ravenshymn

    The drive to South Edel felt like hours.  Emma pushed her foot down where the gas would have been, silently begging the driver to hurry.    What little makeup she used covered the dark circles under her eyes and her hair was brushed to the point that it shined.  Every few seconds she would look at her phone, the address to The Hidden Leader staring back at her.  Aiden had sent her the address to his bar instead of his apartment so they would be able to meet sooner.  He filled in the space between when Sophie left and when she started working at the bar.  He detailed his exasperation with the naive puppy of a woman he took pity on, but E

    The merchant walked along the cobblestone path, the scent of meadow flowers tickling his nose.  He brushed the dust and pollen off his faded clothes and graying beard to have something to do.  All the songs he knew were spent hours ago, leaving only the wind to sing its melody.  But he had no choice but to ignore any music that reached his ears.  His life depended on it.    The merchant almost missed the gathering of people in elaborate clothing and the red and gold flags dancing with the wind until they were almost upon him.  He stopped and moved to one side to let them pass, but instead the group stopped beside him.  The head of the pr

    Xander hung up the phone smiling to himself.  His conversation with Kathy went better than he thought.  He could practically hear the small town girl blushing on the other end, melting with every word he spoke.  If she has any secrets, it won’t take long for him to uncover each and every one of them.    “Hey,” he called out to his roommate.  “Are you almost ready?”    “Just about.  You might want to clean your towels, though.”    “I’ll deal with that later.  C’mon, we’re going to be late.”    “Alright, I’m coming.”    Xander adjusted his wine-co

     Ember would often wander the borders between the past and the future when she was dreaming.  There she would be covered in starlight and dance on the threads of Fate as if she were the only being in the Universe.  There she could see into the heart of Time and unearth its deepest secrets if she would only stay and search long enough.  But Ember knew that she belonged in the present and would drown in history and eternity if she chose to keep her eyes closed.    Her dreams were a part of her Gift, a special ability given to only a select few each century.  Her Gift only came every three hundred years.  The Gift of an Oracle.    In Em

    The merchant walked along the cobblestone path, the scent of meadow flowers tickling his nose.  He brushed the dust and pollen off his faded clothes and graying beard to have something to do.  All the songs he knew were spent hours ago, leaving only the wind to sing its melody.  But he had no choice but to ignore any music that reached his ears.  His life depended on it.    The merchant almost missed the gathering of people in elaborate clothing and the red and gold flags dancing with the wind until they were almost upon him.  He stopped and moved to one side to let them pass, but instead the group stopped beside him.  The head of the pr

My skeletons bear the names that haunt me to this day    My ribcage is made up of thousands of cracks that say "Broken"        My wrists hold the mark of "Death" as it begs for steel that I have kept from it            My ankles are bound in barbed wire that scratch in the name "Pathetic" whenever it can                My skull, bleached by the bright light of pain and suffering, cries out "Worthless" when it isn't screaming "Damaged"                    My cheekbones are "Needy" as they reveal nothing, but reflect an image of too much flesh                        My jaw is "Wanting" things that the lips and tongue has sewn shut        

    The drive to South Edel felt like hours.  Emma pushed her foot down where the gas would have been, silently begging the driver to hurry.    What little makeup she used covered the dark circles under her eyes and her hair was brushed to the point that it shined.  Every few seconds she would look at her phone, the address to The Hidden Leader staring back at her.  Aiden had sent her the address to his bar instead of his apartment so they would be able to meet sooner.  He filled in the space between when Sophie left and when she started working at the bar.  He detailed his exasperation with the naive puppy of a woman he took pity on, but E

     I’ve never understood the reason behind naming a town Summerville, no matter how monotonous the seasons are.    Sadly the name isn’t the only thing that irritates me.  After living in this town for five months I still can’t understand the need for me to live outside the town’s limits in order to keep up the façade of being a seventeen year old female going to Summerville High and working at the local coffee shop.  Where I come from, where I belong, people my age are considered adults, not “minors” who need “parental supervision.”  Still, I have to live out my exile, which means obey

I feel her ashen breath           on my collarbone as I drift                  through the place between sanity and dreams,                          my soul dripping onto my paper-thin lungs. Whispers of burning smoke                dance through my conscience as I                        feel nothing but                                    empty pages

            I’m jolted awake by the sound of Nirvana being played full blast on the radio and by the repeated bumps in the rocky road.  It’s been a long night and I want to go home, but Jonathan thought it would be a good idea to drive out now so we can make it to his parent’s house sooner.  He really wants me to meet them, and it’s flattering that he is getting serious about our relationship, but I’m not sure if leaving at such a late time was such a good idea.  I’m pretty sure we got lost several miles ago, but Jonathan thinks this is the best way to get there, stating that he has traveled this way

My name is Lorelei, and I am not like other girls. I am 5’ 3”, I have red hair the color of blood that hangs over my shoulder in cascading waves and violet eyes I’ve heard give the illusion that I am looking into your soul. The color black kind of fits my feelings, so I like to wear it when I can. The few times that I’ve been around people, the people I meet think I’m a normal girl, but believe me, that is usually people’s first mistake. I grew up in an underground bunker that was created during the Cold War with other girls like me.  Our leader, Lilith, has been around longer than us and knows more

    You know you've been sentenced to a terrible fate when you can't even hit on a guy without being punched in the face.    Because of said fate I’m currently in a sanitized room with underpaid medical staff.  The lady in tight jeans and a shirt with tiny flowers hands me a bag of ice for my bruised and throbbing face.  I miss my uncle's heal-all tea.  Broken bones and twisted body parts had nothing on his tea.  Too bad that even if I asked him for the ingredients I wouldn’t find one here.    "How are you feeling ’hun?" the lady asks me.  Her breath smells like old medicine.    "Been better, I guess."    Seriously, what