Chris

The world was gray. The skies, the streets, the people — all drained of color as if life itself had been washed out. They…

Rosey had never been afraid of falling. As a kid, she would climb trees higher than anyone else. She’d scrape her knees. She’d even…

I close my eyes and taste the ocean air — salty, sharp, more wild than even me. It fills my lungs in a way…

I can’t even look at my mom anymore. Because the eyes she once loved, she now hates. And I don’t blame her either. Because…

As I put these flowers at her headstone, I can’t help but let the weight of sorrow dampen my eyes. Not because my Grandma…

I wasn’t rich. I wasn’t poor. I wasn’t cute. I wasn’t ugly. I wasn’t tall, nor short. I was average. I’ve always been average….

The window rolls down as a cloud of smoke reaches out to choke me.

“Have you been drinking?”

My brother smiles as he reaches out…

I close my eyes. The sound of people clinking glasses is beautiful, almost like wind chimes. Why, then, do I feel so unbearably sad?…

Only another mile, I thought, keeping my head down. I watched each foot rise and fall, rise and fall, losing myself in the rhythm…