The water was clear but her conscience was not. Carla gazed into the crystal goblet's depths, the sparkling liquid r...

The water was clear, so I stared at it, looking at my reflection. I was ugly, there were no two ways about. She had b...

The water was clear and not a cloud was in the sky. Melody lay in the tall weeds near the lake under a weeping willow...

"there was blood on my pillow and a noose in my heart" These country singers were getting downright moros, good thou...

There was blood on my pillow. It's 6 a.m. and there is blood on my pillow. I started to try and remember what happene...

Whitechapel 1888. There was blood on my pillow again this morning when I awoke. My landlady has already been asking ...

There's somebody standing in the corner of my room. Well, "standing" may be the wrong word. There's someone IN the c...

He likes his own room, but he likes mine more. He's five. Half the time, if he had his way he would climb back insi...

There's somebody standing in the corner of my room. That's what she told me most days and as normal, I ignored her. I...

While me and my friend were packing, I thought of what we will do during the holiday we have away from school or stre...

I was scared. I could see another perspective of myself. Did I want this to happen, no, but did it happen for a reaso...

I lay there, floating. On the outside, at least. On the inside, I walked quietly down a dark hallway towards a bright...

Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway. It was snowing, freezing her slowly. She continued...

Rain poured down, next to her, the doorway shielding her. She clutched her red gown as she huddled down close to the ...

Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway. It was raining, her hair was plastered to her fac...