Loss & Grief
— Eyes by Peri Gordon, 11 I lay in my bed late one night, eyes shut tight, trying to fall asleep and failing. I was unusually tense. I breathed in and...
— The bed was strewn with the woolen fibers of the thin shredded blanket, the only thing she had left before the dark night that had appeared beyond her front door....
— The Angelic Demon By Nova Macknik-Conde I stared at the forest of dark pine trees looming over me, laughing at me, each becoming a vision of the one I used...
— As I stepped out of the cream-colored house that morning, I heard the voice of my deceased mother in the susurrus wind. It came from afar, across the field, perhaps;...
— 10/24/2020 It started out as a regular day. The sun was shining and a cool breeze was blowing. It was a perfect day for a spring festival. But this would...
— Session 5 October 17th Nature Writing The Plum Tree by Lena Aloise He was happiest early in the daytime, when the sky was painted over crimson and violet, when the...
— Special I looked into my old bin. It was faded sky blue and had my name written in sharpie in the top left corner of the back. L-I-L-Y. My 6-year-old...
— The air was very delicate that day; it seemed to hover in the sky, perfectly still, as if afraid that the slightest movement, the slightest sound would shatter it, sending...
— Wrath of the Wind A wide strip of gushing water wound onwards through the patch of trees. Rain pattered aggressively against the umbrella of emerald leaves as angry clouds scoured...
— So here I sit, idle in front of the profound execution of justice unfolding my before eyes, and I am stupefied. I’ve survived the journey to this place, and it...