One of the hardest places to be is remembered in a place you wish to be forgotten. Stuck in a town that remembers you for all the wrong reasons. Just plain stuck! They still see me as that girl. They don’t care to know me now; they take too much pleasure in then. They take…
Manic Sunsets
No one saw the world the way that she did. A beautiful disaster chasing sunsets and snowflakes in a beat-up station wagon. Dancing on music notes no one else could hear, while melodies chased her heels like puppies. She lies on the sea banks, looking into the clouds, and see colors so rich she could…
They Called Her Melody
Snow fell like whispers over the city, the world softly illuminated by amber candles in darkened windows. The world had become soft with silver shimmer under the watchful eye of the full Christmas moon. The normally sleepy city was waiting to rest, as the bells of St. Leonardo’s Chapel tolled into the midnight air, as…
Rachel’s Ghost
“She’s never going to forgive me for not being at the station,” Rachel’s voice shook nervously as she sat on an old log overlooking her little farmhouse. Her hands were shaking as she watched her sister in the driveway, gasping for air as officers swarmed her home. “What have you done to her?” a raspy…
The Cottage by the Sea
The morning was quiet, the birds were still sleeping and the seas early morning fog hung on the lips of the dune grass like the foam from a latte. In the wee hours of the morning the world had stood still in an instant and the shore seemed to know. A sandy surfboard fresh from…
3:13 am
Anxiety drums aggressively on my spine, as my battered inner voice tries to scream over the sound. My thoughts make me tired but the noise keeps me awake. My fingers tingle with the urge to rip the covers from my bed and do something. Do something, do anything to create relief. Relief that my body so desperately craves.
Jessa Quinn 