(This was written several months ago) Today my father told me I shouldn't write at night anymore. That, unless it was a journal, I should stop writing; because all the stories I write I alone see. This broke my heart. I rarely say this, but, my dad is wro...

Adam begrudgingly called Daphne every fall. Generally, he insisted joking kindly; lest more negative outcries poured querulously. Real strategy towards ultimate victory was xen yearly zingers.

I sit in the darkness, devastated and alone. Wondering where the sun went, praying for its return. Each minute in the darkness feels like an eternity. Each sound, my enemy. Each breath, a reminder. A reminder of the pain infliction my soul. When will the...