Fifty eyes stared up at him, the classroom filled with children, sitting on the edge of their seats as they waited for the boy to begin.  He scanned them, burning their faces into his mind, like he did every time before.  I hope they see them.  I hope they see them all.  I hope they know what … Continue reading Dementis


This wasn't the time, nor that place that she wanted to see him.  It has been too long, and she could feel the wounds beginning to crack open.  One look at his face and she knew they would bust.  She stared at her thumbs as they danced around each other, fast, then slow.  She knew … Continue reading Wounds