Clouds swarm the sky and, in doing so deny the sun its domain — hindering the life-giving rays of light from reaching its creation. I stand on the ground beneath, watching attentively as shadows creep up the sidewalk, draining away the light in its wake. My hands are outstretched, reaching for the skies, wanting only to offer … Continue reading Cloudy Skies
The concept of “your best years” infuriates and saddens me at the same time. It seems to me that nothing good comes from it — that it only serves to cause anxiety end regret. Regret. Older adults I speak with mention the “best years” in regretful terms. They yearn for a better time — when responsibilities … Continue reading I Call B.S. on “Your Best years.”
“Come back here, you good-for-nothing piece of crap.” The son, tears fresh in his eyes and adrenaline pumping through his small body, slams the door shut behind him before running out into the cold of night. Searching desperately for somewhere to hide — a place where he may finally be given respite. The forest floor is wet … Continue reading The Escape
Leaves tremble in the wind — a premonition of a storm forthcome The faint silhouette of a man can be seen underneath the coverings of a munificent tree, a creature of bark and sap that offers both warmth and shelter. Surrounding him are beasts of wind, threatening to disturb his fated encounter. And yet he stands tall, … Continue reading Waiting for a Storm
The servant of one highly acclaimed lady sits in front of his sturdy desk — inkwell and feather ready for use, and high-quality parchment waiting patiently for his confession. The man sighs deeply before putting quill to paper. Dear lady, It is with a heavy heart that I confess, at last. I acknowledge that I … Continue reading I Am Scared of the Dark
Two silhouettes seem but one underneath the setting sun, their hands intertwined as they gaze deep into the eyes of the other. Shhh says the wind, causing strands of the girl’s soft hair to fall over her face. He leans to tuck the golden strands of hair back behind her ears, smiling at her with … Continue reading Singularity
Jacob stumbles inside the room. Fists clenched in anticipation - and yet he is met with nothing but darkness and silence. Tentatively he moves farther into the room. "Slam" Jacob jumps at the sound of the door slamming shut behind him and he puts weight on his bad leg in a stroke of bad luck, … Continue reading The Haunted Cottage #END
Benjamin Bratz 