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I am slipping slowly into the abyss And learning to accept the reality of this I always knew my bones would ache And there isn't another breath to take Of course the world is such confusion And black and white are both delusion I always knew it would haunt and tear I always knew it waited there What if I am faster, stronger? Then the pain lasts even longer What if I plead for my life to stay? That doesn't take the threat away If I rationalize, if I try to know What really lies so deep below N...

LYN Pull. Aim. Release. My arrow whizzed through the otherwise unstirred air. I frowned; it tilted a bit to the left, but still went over the gate to the Great Village of Glas. It was not as perfect as I had grown used to; I could see it as it began to fall at an imperfect angle, when it lost its momentum and titled toward the Earth. Then I heard the scream of its victim, shrill and surprised, but not panicked. I concluded that it had to have grazed someone, a woman, by the sound of the voice...

The darkness was infinite. Trying to back away from the dark figures looming before me, I tripped on a headstone and fell down. The grass underneath me was prickly. I wanted out of this place, with no moon and no stars and no hope. The figures—people draped in robes and hoods—stepped toward me. A tall, thin one reached for my neck . . . I woke up sweating on the first day of school. Spectacular, I thought. Now I’ll have to shower again. I looked over at my alarm clock. It was seven forty-fiv...

I closed my eyes and closed my mind, Until my thoughts they would not find. I braced myself, crying just one tear As I heard the ghosts draw ever near. The swarm of them approached me fast, And I knew this day would be my last. But still I sneered, inviting them in, And in my ears resounded the din. I took up my sword, my hope, to wield, And my heart as my only shield. I was sick with only the fear, The monsters whispered in my ear. "My dear," they said, "Come closer, closer." But one step an...

“What’s the capital of . . . pepper,” I said to my mother as she scraped a reluctant fried egg from a pan at the stove. From where I was sitting at the kitchen table, doing my geography homework, I could see the outlines of a smile on my mother’s face. “Honey, I’ve never heard of a Pepper, but if you’re studying it, you should check your textbook.” Who did she think she was fooling? She was a high school geography teacher. There was no Pepper. “Mom, I mean, put pepper on my egg.” She placed t...