Self-love: A Reminder

“Imperfections are not inadequacies; they are reminders that we’re all in this together.” ― Brené Brown Brené Brown holds a masters of social work and is a research professor for the University of Huston. For more than fifteen years she has been studying topics such as courage, vulnerability, shame, and empathy. You can learn more … More Self-love: A Reminder

Guest Submission: Grandmother’s Canned fruit

I’ll never forget sitting in my grandparent’s kitchen while family all around laughed and conversed with one another. I sat, a young observer, watching life whirl around me. I sat with an empty bowl and spoon, waiting for grandma to notice. Of course she did. She swooped down on me, earrings jangling, “Dear you have … More Guest Submission: Grandmother’s Canned fruit

Quarry’s Last Prayer

Fear. I feel fear. So intense my eyes refuse to open. They have come for me, the predators. I am their ultimate prey. Now I feel my hands shake upon my face, Hiding what is my fate upon this world. For I am hunted, By the Maw of Darkwell. -M.E. InkOwl

In Death’s Garden

“Walk with me.” Said Cerum. The command was quiet, yet it willed the very air around my body, pushing me forward. “Yes, Mastre.” I ducked my head,  feeling my skin crawl as I fell in stride with the Lord. Beside us his hunched attends walked, tactfully blocking any chance of evasion. Cerum held up a … More In Death’s Garden

Nightmare of Bowood Hall

Soft murmurs and the clinking of forks and knives receded in the candle lit passage. Eleanor withdrew  on silent feet into the shadows of the Hall. Amber illumination glowed as she tip toed through plush carpeted passageways. I shouldn’t be doing this, father will be furious when he finds out. She thought to herself, guilt creeping into her mind. But what’s a little … More Nightmare of Bowood Hall