It began with the perfunctory “To Whom It May Concern:” and continued on in the fashion of a typical reply to an advertisement. “I’m writing in answer to your advertisement of January 12th earlier this year. If one Mrs. Smith is still in need of a music teacher for her five daughters, varying in ages…
Where is my Joy?
Where is my joy?Is it gone forever?I cry out to you in the middle of the darkness.I am in need of rescuing.My eyes are heavy from tears, and my heart is weary of pain.A pain, not mine to bear;Help me as I call out to you. Where am I?Will I forever feel as though I…
The Madman’s Plight
I in no way own the above image I found it on the Internet all rights belong to the owner – Gustave Courbet, The Desperate Man, 1843–45 It drove me into madness. I paced ceaselessly. The sleepless nights, the thinking—ah, the constant thinking. My mind is a reckless place; it seldom leaves me free to…
Every December 31st
A funny thing: time measures the minutes and hours, letting us know when it is time to rise or retire. It awakens the flowers of spring, tells the butterflies when to flit upon a summer’s wind, and heralds the colors of autumn before the winter winds breathe its icy breath, eliminating anything in its path….
Fists and Gingerbread
I in no way own the above image, it was found on the internet. All rights belong to the owner. There is a certain bakery in a certain town, much like every bakery in every town across the world. The air swelled with the smells of sugar caramelizing and the zests of oranges, lemons, and blueberries…
The Cranberry Inn – A Ghost Story
“Death is a curious fascination. When the soul abandons the body, shedding its mortal coil, where does its essence flee to? Does it dissipate, becoming more than metaphorical atoms in the atmosphere? By all accounts, a soul should leave its physical shell and rest in the heavens. It awaits to hear the words we all…
The Ramblings of a Sleepless Night
Tonight, I thought. I took one of those momentary pauses in life that gave way to an introspective reflection. A myriad of memories and feelings flooded over my conscious mind with such rapidity that I was unable to dwell on them. Any seemingly plausible meanings to these thoughts left me feeling unsettled. Childhood memories seemed…
Pages from a Journal
Journal Entry 180 I’m quiet as the pain in my mind rages on. Thoughts of an untrue world crash upon my unformed memories like the ocean hits the shore. I saw them today. As if I did not exist, they walked past me. I was merely a spectator of my own life. A life that…
The River
There isn’t a question that the heart, sometimes with rapidity, is stricken so deeply that words are not adequate in explaining what causes a sudden burst of emotional torment. Rendering it nearly impossible to express the depth of anguish in any other form of self-expression other than through tears. Abigail thought about this as she…
An Old Man’s Hope
He knelt on the ground, sitting completely on his heels. His somewhat worn, old overalls were covered in the brown dust of the earth. The stillness of the day and the warmth radiating from the soil seemed to delight and annoy him simultaneously. An ant crawling on the dusty terrain of the old man’s farm…
Cheyenne E. Mitchell 