A Deadly Treat

By Kaley Larry       Bio: Working two jobs and school full time, photography is an escape from everything. I enjoy mostly doing landscapes in the Adirondack Mountains. I also like to dabble in portraits, events, and projects that just spark an interest. Photography is just the equivalent to being in a state of…

dear john’s remorse

by: Bonanza Jellybean   I think of you daily, for what it’s worth which isn’t much, I know, but it’s the only penance I can pay, because being lonely, it’s all that I can do, this reminding myself to never do it again, a living amends, and does that sound as empty to you as…

Dominoes

By C.E. Churchill We line up outside the schoolhouse, Trembling in our skirts and shorts. The wind feeds on our shivers As it races over our bare skin, Waiting. Pressed up so close to one another, We feel each and every shudder That racks through our bodies Like a sick ricochet of domino pieces, Helpless as…

Smashing Goblins

By Alathor Champion of The Light Left my hammer swings, and then again to the right Like a pendulum eternally swinging, my hammer crushes their skulls I forge forward into the dark abyss, the metallic smell of blood consuming me The time is growing near.   It is as if I am swimming through a…

Inspiration to the Unique

By Detective Felthoff Oh, don’t despair, your hair of non-paper, And your beauty will compare to realize, And onlookers aren’t made of stone. Worry not, child, for you are clay, Beyond understanding, please don’t look so blue, This shine of yours is of innocent sense. Oh young one, this world to you is still non-sense,…

Breathless

By Kristina Rehak As the time wastes away so does my soul, Withered like someone’s age, My day comes to its end. Wishing that I can face the next day, Knowing that no matter what, I am going to have to deal with it anyway. My eyes shut without my consent, Dwelling in my dreams,…

no place like home

By Bonanza Jellybean That house. The house I hid away in; yes, that house, head under the blankets to shut out the daylight, the landlord’s call, the knocking from anyone at all; the face in the window, that I don’t recognize, but that looks a lot like me. From here, I stand to look at…