"I hope they don’t see what I see — a broken piece of pottery molded by my shaking hands..."

"She could have stopped it. She could have. But instead, she watched it burn."

“Don’t you both feel it in your bones? The cold is coming. We should prepare food and shelter, lest we perish!” Beaver said...

My parents tried to hide the fact that there were ghost sightings and paranormal activities, but they needed to whisper a little quieter...

My hand reaches for a mirror and touches glass. Or maybe flesh.

The fuzzy landscape was blurred in a thick veil of snow. She had to be careful. Beyond her backyard was Government Canyon, a park with nice

She grabbed her toothbrush in the bathroom and looked at the old mirror. It wasn’t her. It was the reflection of a skeleton.

It doesn’t take much to make a beautiful thing disappear— only heat and time.

“Holy crap,” I say. “You’re me?” I point at James and then back at myself. “Same DNA, with none of your issues,” James says with the same...

She intercepts your finger with her own, her palm then pressing against your palm, and it feels warm, real. “You’re alive?” you ask.