A line of cars wraps around the brick building with green awnings and spills into the street, clogging traffic. Each car follows the next like train cars joined by invisible links. Customers chuck
All beware. Do not dismiss what only seems to be impossible. Open your mind, for through it, the realm of the imagined comes to life. Nathaniel heaved the bag of basketballs over his
“Oh, hey Kimberly! Are you headed home already? So soon?” Kim squinted over her stack of files at the figure to her left barely illuminated by the dim parking garage lights. “Pam?” The
When the carnival came to North Lakes during the week of fall break, it seemed like a sign. Usually, I would go with my dad or my friends, looking to have some fun,
The two girls watched in silence as a lanky young man shoveled dirt back into the hole on top of the black trash bag. The taller girl had her teeth clenched and hands
A maniacal canine howl vibrates across the sky. On the porch I sit acquainted with loneliness. Even the trick-or-treaters slumber now; The evening’s bright orb keeps watch. As I shift my feet,
A structure stands engulfed in shadow, Its inhabitants yet to be seen. Gusts of frigid wind buffet and blow Through a castle without a queen. Black skeletons moan As they beat at the
My peers shine with genuine joy, and a question of fear comes to mind: Will I ever be that happy? Relationships flood my view of life and my mind interrogates my soul: Will
My foremothers Burned. But before, they brewed A bubbletoilingtrouble In me. A cauldron of calcitrated boils Venom Vitriol And the heart of men's abuse— Blackest bauble— In me. My foremothers burned And burn
I was a common person, A droplet in a cloud; God called me for a sunbeam, But I did not stand out. I could have helped that person; I could have said that
Floats through dormitories A pale and translucent sprite, Or else a specter with Blood-red head, body white, Unclosing eyes follow, the soul ‘Round a corner vanish. Pick the tank up; Red Cap Oranda
Peering around the corner, I feel my heart is pounding. Sinking to the floor, My lungs are heaving. Do I dare look and see that face? No! I freeze in terror. Every moment
When I have doubt that God is near to me, And plunged to blindness, flail about for peace, And find my grasp is weak, and the increase Of sleepless evenings weighs down heavily,
A plague built this house out of thirty silver pine pieces cut from the woods with solemn hands It hovers above the Georgia sands on white brick pillars, this pine box built for
I stand in the mulch, surrounded by the playground that was the backdrop of my childhood. I remember running through the grass and sliding down the slides, trying to keep my dress clean
“Tell us a ghost story, Lindsay!” “Yeah, you’re so good at it! Please?” The small voices of my cousins and I echoed through the tiny room built onto the backside of my
Sylvia wanted to be a ghost for Halloween. There were only five days left until her school’s annual Halloween Parade, and Sylvia was ready. She had already chosen a long, flowing sheet