Darkness was all she could see.

Her raven hair whipped about as her eyes darted around the industrial ally. Coal-colored pipes looked rusted across the brick building, the steam coming from them making everything much harder to see in the pitch-black surroundings. There was a powerful scent of fresh rain lingering in the thick air. A drizzle of rain fell to the stiff pavement.

Just as the young woman’s heart settled in her chest, she made her way towards the empty ally, ‘This is another dream’ she said to herself. Her lucid dreams have always led her to this abandon alleyway. It reminded her of the back alleyway near her old apartment. The setting was the same, but it was never dark or eerie as this alleyway was.

Just then, a red inky shadow engulfed her sight. The figure transfixed itself into that of a man. His body was lean, and his complexion was gaunt with smoke trailing from his skin. His eyes were hollow and emanating the same black mist, his teeth razor-sharp with blood dripping from thin lips.

Panic settled into the young woman’s body, her dark hair matted to her sweat-drenched, terror-stricken face. Just as she backed away slowly from the creature, the gaunt monster whispered.

“My darling, there are so many things you did so wrong…”

The creature’s voice held a hushed tone, which sounded raspy as it echoed throughout the alleyway. The woman could smell the heated and sickly breath coming from his lips, comparable to the stench of a rotting corpse. The disgusting odor lingered into her thin nostrils, causing her to cough in disgust.

“You have many dark secrets to tell.”

The ghastly odor only made the woman cringe as her eyes shut. She moved steadily away, but the monstrous being pursued her closely.

“Deep secrets, my child… secrets that will devour your very soul…”

The creature’s voice was deadly, and it only made the young woman weep in fear.

“Here… allow me to show you…”


The late evening sky was clear as Emma sat at the far end of the New York City subway car. There was no one else in this dingy segment with her; she tried to avoid dozing off and missing her stop.

The train conductor’s muffled voice announced the next stop. “THIS WEST 153RD STREET, TRANSFER IS AVAILABLE TO A, B, and F TRAIN. NEXT STOP IS WEST 180TH STREET”

Emma stood from her seat and waited by the door, peering through the thin glass window. She met with both her reflection and another belonging to someone else behind her; they wore a dark hoodie, and their face wasn’t visible within the glass. Her pulse quickened as she turned around quickly, only to discover that no one was behind her.

“Ugh, I’m losing it again…” Emma mumbled to herself as she turned back around. For the past few days, she’s been having nothing but hallucinations. Whether it was seeing things that weren’t there or hearing and smelling things that were invisible.

The train came to a screeching halt into the outside station. She tried to calm her nerves and prepared herself to leave the train car.

The wind whipped through her ebony locks as she stepped out and headed towards the station’s steps, leading her to the station’s ticketing kiosks. She made it to the bottom of the steps and headed towards the long narrow corridor of the dimly lit station.

“Once I get home, I’m going to need to rest,” Emma said to herself as she paced herself down the long hallway.

From behind, she heard a rattling noise, a sharp breeze affecting her compact frame. She stopped midway into her walking and glanced back, finding nothing but scattered paper and random garbage littered on the concrete floor. Emma reflected on her paranoia at this point. She just might be on the brink of going insane in her mind.

She quickly exited the station and headed towards the city streets of the Bronx. The city’s atmosphere was cold and grimy as she walked down the hazy sidewalk. Luckily, her apartment was right across the street from the station. Getting a good night’s rest seemed to be just what she needed.

Loud voices and zooming cars trailed behind Emma as she hurried into her apartment building. Thankful to have made it back, she ran to the awaiting elevator door.

She stepped in and pressed the button to her floor; the lights giving an unexpected flicker. This alarmed Emma as a frigid chill surged through her. She felt an eerie sensation as she left the elevator after reaching her floor and headed towards her apartment door. She looked at her surroundings before taking out her keys and opening her door.

The sickening feeling subsided as she closed her door and inhaled the relaxing scent of cinnamon and vanilla. The peaceful ambiance soothed her senses as she set down her purse and keys and headed to the back of the apartment. Reaching her bedroom, she turned on her iPod dock perched upon her nightstand; “Burn” by The Cure blasted through her speaker and poured into the small apartment.

“Yes, much better,” She said to herself.

She did everything she needed to get ready for bed. It was close to midnight when she ate a late dinner and turned down all the lights in her apartment. She headed back to her room and turned off her music dock.

Emma settled into her bed and felt the day’s stress wash over her, allowing sleep to take over her exhausted body.



Emma groggily turned off her alarm as she rolled on her side in her deep covers. With foggy vision, she peeked at her clock and panicked.

She rushed through her morning routine and hurriedly grabbed her keys before darting out the door. Her high heels clicked upon concrete as she omitted to use the elevator and ran down the narrow steps. She overslept yet again because of her nightmares and her ever-growing lack of sleep. She cursed under her breath as she ran to the station to catch her train.

Thankfully, Emma caught the subway she always took to work, but there were no seats left as she squeezed on into the train car; the packed car with people during the morning rush hour

She held onto the train’s grab handle as it pressed her between two women near the entrance. It seemed like this would be a long ride to work. Closing her eyes, she let the steady rocking of the train car lull her into a short catnap. Once she drifted, she sank into a pit of darkness. Ice crept up through her body, and she jolted awake.

To her surprise, there was no one else present. The train car was empty except for a looming somebody standing at the opposite end. Emma slowly stepped away from her spot, and she shifted to the middle of the car. The eerie being didn’t move from its spot, but Emma felt as though every hair on her body was standing on end.

She met with a strong, handsome face possessing shadowy, sunken eyes. His black hoodie cloaked his head, and his dark jeans clung to his legs. His dusted boots stood firmly on the ground as he uncovered his hands from inside his pocket, unveiling sharp claws that dripped oil from pointed fingertips. Emma felt her pulse quicken as the sludge dripped to the ground, for to her terror, the oil mutated into a rabid, deformed dog. The canines’ skin oozed black and crimson, vicious fangs protruding from its mouth as it snarled ferociously.

The man’s lips curled into a sadistic grin. With one quick gesture, he opened his hands, and the dog charged forward at Emma. She let out a hollowing scream as she fell to the floor with a hard thud. “Don’t come any closer! Stop!” she screamed, covering her face with her arms.

However, no impact came.

Instead, she met with a group of people, all of whom either were gawking at her, giving her a quick side-eye. Emma realized the train car was… once more filled with passengers. In fact, everyone was just now beginning to make their exit.

Embarrassed, she picked herself up off the floor and nervously grabbed her bag before bolting out of the car. The vision was still fresh in her mind as she exited the station. She hurried towards the light outside to catch the city bus; it really didn’t matter anymore that she would be an hour late. All she wanted now was a fresh setting that wasn’t so dark, and she needed it fast…

After retreating from the depths of the subway station, Emma rushed in boarding the city bus. She knew she needed to get to work, but; she craved fresh air. Luckily, there were only a few people on the bus, so plenty of seats remained available. She sat near the back of the bus, settling in next to the window.

“What the hell is going on with me?”

She muttered to herself. It appeared the nightmarish dreams she’d been having recently were affecting her more than she had realized. The dull roar of the city streets and the rocking of the bus made Emma fall back asleep. The noise faded away, and they replaced it with the chirping from toads and crickets, causing Emma to crack open her eyes. Her head was no longer resting on the window of the bus, and her vision didn’t linger upon the other passengers. She was still sitting down… not on a bus but on a single weathered, silver chair. The dark, eerie branches slithered and creep up behind Emma as she jolted up from her seat.

“Where… am I? I must be dreaming. I’m still on the bus, headed to work, but everything feels so real… so intense.” Her words caught in her throat after spotting the haunting image before her. A withered man was thrashing about in a metal chair similar to her chair. His hands and feet to the chair’s arms and legs bound him. His muffled cries for help worried Emma as she attempted to reach him. Before she could reach him, a memorable presence blocked her.

In the blink of an eye, the man from the train was, once again, facing her down. Emma experienced harsh, icy dread as she took in the beast’s presence. It was no longer hiding its body, bearing a crimson frame lined with inky veins. A row of spikes traveled down its back to match its exposed claws.

The demon-like creature never took its eyes off Emma as it tore the man from his seat and impaled its razor-sharp talons into the man’s chest, ripping out his still-beating heart.

Emma let out a gut-wrenching scream as the monster threw the lifeless body to the ground. The monster slowly crept closer to Emma. She tried to move from where she was standing, but they froze her solid. As the demon hovered over her shaken form, it revealed its jagged teeth, dripping with saliva. Emma tearfully wept in horror as the monster grabbed her by the face and lifted her with ease. With his mouth still open, Emma could feel the life draining from her body.

Her vision faded back into the darkness… and then there was blood.

It was thick and rich, dripping from her hands as she stared at them in a trance. There was a thick haze surrounding her, leaving her mind a darkened mist as she tried to grasp hold of her true surroundings… Everything was a blur. All she could hear in her mind were the screams.

Within her, a nightmare awoke — a rage and thirst for murder.

Emma could do nothing but surrender her body to the evil inside. She heard the cracking of bones and saw nothing but red lighting and the monster’s body flashing before her eyes. It landed each punch on the other person’s face. She blacked in and out of the movements. She was on the bus one minute and thrown back into the forest the next.

It was uncertain how long Emma fought against the possession before she could pry her eyes open. Once she did, it filled her vision with the sight of scarlet that painted her surroundings. She looked down at her trembling, bloodied hands, chucking the beating heart clasped in her grip.

“What… have -I have done?”

She looked down at the floor and saw multiple lifeless bodies. Their faces crushed and beaten into the pavement. The bus driver’s chest torn open with a deep gash, and an empty crevice remained where the heart would have been. Slippery claws grabbed her shoulders as a voice breathed into her ear.

“Your deadly secret… is wrath.”

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Get Through Anything

“Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.”
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
“The surest way to make your dreams come true is to live them.”
― Roy T. Bennett
“The only time you fail is when you fall down and stay down.”
― Stephen Richards, Cosmic Ordering: You can be successful
“People tend to be generous when sharing their nonsense, fear, and ignorance. And while they seem quite eager to feed you their negativity, please remember that sometimes the diet we need to be on is a spiritual and emotional one. Be cautious with what you feed your mind and soul. Fuel yourself with positivity and let that fuel propel you into positive action.”
― Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience
“Dreams don’t work unless you take action. The surest way to make your dreams come true is to live them.”
― Roy T. Bennett
“It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses, we must plant more roses.”
― George Eliot
“Yes We Can!”
― Barack Obama
“When you connect to the silence within you, that is when you can make sense of the disturbance going on around you.”
― Stephen Richards
“Race, gender, religion, sexuality, we are all people and that’s it. We’re all people. We’re all equal.”
― Connor Franta

“When you are joyful, when you say yes to life and have fun and project positivity all around you, you become a sun in the center of every constellation, and people want to be near you.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Life is a bowl of cherries. Some cherries are rotten while others are good; its your job to throw out the rotten ones and forget about them while you enjoy eating the ones that are good! There are two kinds of people: those who choose to throw out the good cherries and wallow in all the rotten ones, and those who choose to throw out all the rotten ones and savor all the good ones.”
― C. JoyBell C.
“Being brave enough to be alone frees you up to invite people into your life because you want them and not because you need them.”
― Mandy Hale, The Single Woman: Life, Love, and a Dash of Sass
“Life is such unutterable hell, solely because it is sometimes beautiful. If we could only be miserable all the time, if there could be no such things as love or beauty or faith or hope, if I could be absolutely certain that my love would never be returned: how much more simple life would be. One could plod through the Siberian salt mines of existence without being bothered about happiness. Unfortunately the happiness is there. There is always the chance (about eight hundred and fifty to one) that another heart will come to mine. I can’t help hoping, and keeping faith, and loving beauty. Quite frequently I am not so miserable as it would be wise to be.”
― T.H. White, Ghostly, Grim and Gruesome
“Mind is a flexible mirror, adjust it, to see a better world.”
― Amit Ray, Mindfulness Living in the Moment – Living in the Breath

My Father’s Love

For my Dad in Heaven,

You are my inspiration,

You always did your best,

You are the voice that sings me to sleep,

You are the voice that inspired me to be me,

You are now with the ancients,

Whispering wisdom in my ear,

You are my sources of comfort,

You quite my fears as I travel through this life,

Your compassion for life has changed me,

Your value on family has moved me,

Blessed be your heart; when one day we will meet again,

I love you dad and I’ll forever miss you…

Red Rose

The touch of a rose,

Butterflies dancing in a row,

The goddess sends her love,

Her hair white like a rose dove,

Deep with rose petals blood,

I am dying to feel your love,

The touch of a red rose,

Dances around me like a rivers row…

Change and Inspire

Sometimes for you to grow, you must change the way you live your life. Each and everyday I inspire to do better with my life and how I accomplish my dreams. Sometimes for you to grow, you must change the way how you live your life. Each day I inspire to do better with myself. I am the only one that can eliminate my expectations of myself. I should let my vast imagination run freely. I should let my positive changes affect the world.

I push myself every day because I know no one else is going to do it for me. I let my imaginations and inspirations guide me to be my better self. The changes I have made to better myself has really improved my relationship with my children and my husband. What inspires me each day are my growing children and my ever-growing relationship with my husband of thirteen years.

I live to change and inspire others. I live to tell my story and help change people’s perspective. I challenge myself each day to become the strong woman that I am today. Through trial and tribulations, I’ve learned to pace myself and create the change I need to build a better world for myself and my family. To change, you need to inspire; and I am willing to do just that.

Dark Forest

The touch of the wind,

Dances over my skin,

The sun bleeds red,

The clouds drip tears,

I dance in this dark forest,

I let the dark nature take its course…


I am just engulfed into your arms,

Entwined moments of pure bliss…

The kiss of your lips,

Sets my soul into bliss…


I have a scar.

For the past six years, I have been staring at these wounds each day as I go through my day to day life. It is a deep scar that will forever be with me for the rest of my life. It represents the various times I wanted to quit from this life. I let the tears roll down my face as I start to trace my wounded skin with my fingertips. All the horrid moments, all the dangerous attempts.  It was almost as if I was tracing my past with that one simple gesture. Like taking a small train in the middle of the night, and you see nothing but sadness and darkness. The scars I have on my body have left me feeling vulnerable to the world. Everyone would see my defeat against this life.

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Missing Them

I know that my heart is true,
But I am still missing them,
With their belly laughs and gentle smiles,
I wish I could travel with them,
Missing them so much,
From the gentle of their touch,
I am still missing them…

Pain & Air

The park was wide and vast. Everything around me was surrounded by thick trees and flowers. I did not have much on me by my little notebook where I write my inner thoughts and a small backpack to carry everything in. I took in the small scenery that was in front of me. The sky was bright and everyone that walked in the park seemed happy. I noted down in my journal how a woman walking with her children seem to be having a wonderful time together.

Just the sounds of the passing city cars and people laughing in the distance would make anyone feel joyous. But for some reason, I could not feel this emotion. Even though I was surrounded by the positive energy of my environment, I still started to feel some sort of sadness and loneliness. The feeling of dread started to wash over me. I decided to close my book and put everything away in my backpack. I needed to move around and let the air touch my skin.

I got up from the bench I was sitting in and started my way through the busy park. I let my thoughts run away from me as I walked down a pebble path in the park. I have always lived and moved to different places throughout my life. By walking in this park, I tried to make myself feel some normality from my past. But every time I would walk in this park, I could never find myself or feel any sort of joy. The happy place I needed to be was so far away. I was trying to dig deep within my soul to find that light within this special park. But I could only feel pain and the soft air touching my skin.

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