This is not my body. I’m staring at myself in the bathroom mirror, shaking my head. This is definitely not my body. I furiously rub my eyes trying to clear my vision. Nope, still not my body. I drown my face in cold water and try again. THIS IS NOT MY BODY. The person staring back at me in the mirror is not me. My reflection is supposed to show a 38-year old man in his prime,...

It’s eight thirty and I’ve overslept. That’s neither here nor there, but I better get moving. I can only imagine what I look like, emerging from my bedroom. I’m sure I look like death warmed over, but when you get to be a woman of my age, death warmed over is at least workable. I shuffle to the bathroom and remove the curlers from my silky white hair. It looks abysmal, but I do what I have...

Our village is hidden within the remote mountains of a land I am not allowed to say. Although peaceful people live here, it is hardly the place to call safe and peaceful. Villages such as ours are often plagued by packs of wolves that attack and kill us off one by one, waiting for the day that they can call our precious village theirs. However, my village is different amongst these targeted villages....

Josephine patted me on the head one last time before she departed the house in her favorite red peacoat. She tied a white scarf that she knitted herself around her head which perfectly kept her silver curls in place. Her hair sort of reminds me of the color of cars I used to chase. She smelled of honey and roses when she reached down with her thin, wrinkled fingers to touch the soft blonde fur on the...

I taped the paper towel to my arm to stop the blood oozing from my arm. My arm hurts, a throbbing sensation ran throughout the wound. I applied the styptic the nurse gave me after my third visit in three weeks with a bleeding ligament. After the extreme burning sensation disappeared, I dried off and walked to room 2116. 167. The problem number, the page number, and my IQ. I have never been a social...

It's a cold dark night in the small town of Ledyard. A young man charges through the rain in search of shelter. His messy brown hair pressed flat against his head, and his pale green t-shirt soaked by the rain. His feet pounding hard against the glistening pavement as he launches himself forwards. “Running,” he thinks to himself, “don’t do that often.” He glances from side to side looking...

Cal turned up the radio that was playing one of his favorite songs, “Dawn (Go Away)”. He looked in the mirror and saw himself smiling back with sunglasses perched on his nose. He was cruising down the Hollywood streets to work in his Ford Thunderbird. It still had that new car smell. His new job payed handsomely and he didn’t mind spending it. He had worked as a cameraman on big projects before,...

He smashed into the doorway, face to frame, as he sprinted up the hall. “Frack!” he yelped as he sprung off the floor. He went to take off again, but was quickly stopped by his grandfather--his angry and pissed off grandfather. “Jonas,” his pap said sternly, “Why were you near my closet?” “I just…” “...Spit it out son.” “I was just… curious.” “Curious?...

Everything around me seems to be in a daze. “Alright men!” screams the Lieutenant, “ When I say jump, you get your ass out of this plane” I stare at him trying to hide my fear. He points at me. “Raymond you go first. You know what to do. Make our country proud!” He gives me a weak smile, and nods his head toward the door. I don’t bother looking. I just pray. I jump. Instantly,...

My hands run across her face. Her dark brown hair looks so calm, so surreal. Like I could wrap myself in it and drift to sleep. The sleep I have been craving for months now. The thought of sleeping causes me so much relief I must lay down. I must lay beside her before all her warmth is gone. Before all the blood has left her body and soaks my already stained carpet. I carefully sit down beside her...