I know all too well what happened that night.

It was the night that I died. A girl doesn’t simply forget that.
… Continue readingDon’t Call Me Abby

There’s a little handprint on the door’s glass window. The sound of her shoes clicking down the hall echoes in my ears. Curiosity tells me to follow. … Continue readingRosie

“It’s your show.” … Continue readingThe Curtain

“You take my hand and come with me.” He walked over to his coat and put it on. “I’ll teach you how to bend reality, how to slip into all the dreams you could possibly imagine, show you worlds you could never dream of.”

He walked back over to me and put his hands on my shoulders and looked deep into my eyes.

“Or, I take your dreams away completely. You’ll never see me – or anything else – ever again.” … Continue readingThe Dream Thief