I wanted to understand what he meant. He pointed to the mountain range confidently, like he knew what our destiny was. He did know. He was ready for me and I was ready for him. He turned to me and looked me deep in my green eyes. "Let me reintroduce myself as a man with [...]
The forest was filled with trees and darkness. A cool breeze ran through my body. I felt his tongue in my mouth and his soul run through me. We were one. I was him and he was me. Together we became a part of each other in that forest. There was nothing I could do [...]
Dear Dan and Carleen, I want you and your family to know that I think I understand what you are going through. I know what drove you to write those letters for your son; you wanted to remind the judge, the jurors, and the world that he's still a person and that he still has [...]
"University of Your Mind?" I asked the blonde man as we rode down in the eerily silent elevator. My face was still flushed from yelling at James and his stupid ponytail. The blonde blue-eyed man looked at me with a ice cold gaze and said: "What do you think it means?" "I...don't know." I replied [...]
It's too late. I can't remember any of it. I thought as I sat silently, solemnly next to the elderly man on the cool train to Nowhere. Six hours and thirty minutes left to get to Nowhere. I closed my eyes and tried to remember being in the woods. I breathed in through my nose [...]
How could I "put the past away?" I wondered. By the time I'd gotten to the dark train station, there wasn't much left of my past. I'd forgotten my "real name." I was Julia now. He took all that from me. He ripped me of my innocence. He stole what was once mine and I [...]
I cried so hard that I could see. I wiped the tear festival from my eyes and took a deep breath in. I could feel the coolness of the artificial train air conditioning on my face solidifying my tears against my face. I briefly glanced out the window again only to see that it had [...]
I closed my eyes and relaxed in the hard plastic red seat. The elderly man next to me was reading a newspaper, or at least I think he was. My eyes were closed and I could hear the rustling of papers. I could only assume that he was shuffling through a newspaper. It was crisp [...]
