I lay down, confused, paralyzed, and enveloped in a veil of total darkness and quietude. Frantically, I attempt to rouse my body, seeking evidence of authority over my own flesh. But nothing. I can’t do anything. It’s as though invisible arms keep me stuck in position, dooming me to a lonely and rigid existence. I … Continue reading The Dark Room
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 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
The door opens, followed by the banishment of shadows and the invitation of light. I scream and put my hands over the cause of agony, pressing them hard against my face in an attempt of hindering the blinding radiance from reaching through the cracks of my fingers. It feels as if I were comfortably asleep … Continue reading It Hurts Like Hell To Escape From Hell
I confess at last my mistress, I confess that I am indeed scared of the dark. My display of confidence and gallantry were naught but lies in the end, oh and how ironic. But please, let me clarify that it is not the darkness in and of itself that I fear, but rather its inherent … Continue reading I Am Scared Of The Dark
Benjamin Bratz 