Consciousness Stories

A Glass Window Screaming, I woke up frantically searching for the lamp at my bedside table. My hands fumbled around until I found the familiar switch, and I looked down to see my palms sweating. Tonight was another torturous night plagued with the same ni...

I Take You for My Friend By Carol Sumilas Boshears “Here we are, so cute, Mom says, having tea with Mr. Bunny Stuff himself”. “Oh, come on Lilla, just pour the tea before it gets too cold. I hate cold tea.” “Okay, Rose, give me your cup. Thank you very mu...