There is yellow; a color once thought to be full of joy. Now it is blinding, through the scattered spots of vision. Over the yellow, is blue, once thought to be a favorite color. Now both colors, both of these lovely colors, torture. They are the only colors seen for miles. Yellow at hand and…
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The Stigma (Chapter 1)
“Keegan Jones! Belongs to the Stigma!” The announcer yells this out as if there should be applause to follow. As if the crowd should be proud. His rough, withered hand grabs my wrist and lifts it into the air. As if I should be proud. I wasn’t proud though. I didn’t feel any sort of…
Nocturnal Fairy
The lights that flicker and the one’s that just turn on by themselves, aren’t done with the perceptions that the unexceptional human being would instantaneously evoke themselves with. The lights did not behave that way because of an electric malfunction, a storm, a rat…and come now…the light is not haunted. That would simply be nonsense….
The Unsigned Writer 