The Monsters in Her Bed

  She longed to live in a Broken home, she herself, was Broken.  She rolled over and looked at the digital clock, taunting her on her bedside table. It seemed to flash 1:30 am ….1:30 am over and over, just to remind her that she only had 4 hours left, to try and get some sleep.… Continue reading The Monsters in Her Bed


When the Willow Breaks

She was leaning up against an oak tree, sucking on a long, slender cigarette. She flicked the ashes on the damp ground with her long, red thumbnail as she stared off into space. The memories of him trickled through her brain like a haunted stream, as tears floated down her cheeks. The breeze of the… Continue reading When the Willow Breaks