I Sense It

By Kayli Harley, TIWP Student I sense it. The room does not change but everything feels darker. My skin chills, my breath hitches, and my heartbeat quickens. “Hello,” my voice shakes, betraying my false sense of confidence. It does not respond, it only lets out a low, raspy hum that sickens me to my core. […]

Rolling the Dice

By Maya Petzoldt, TIWP Student “What does it mean to roll the dice?” I questioned out loud, swerving the steering wheel to the right and taking us down an ever creepier road. “How the hell should I know?” Vivian respond, sticking her head out the window again, taking another few shots at the car following and […]

This Is What Her Tombstone Reads

By Kayli Harley, TIWP Student Here is how she died: Her heart beat too fast, for too long, and burst inside her chest. The tears she shed burned her skin, they eroded her away until there was nothing left. Her bones trembled until they cracked, and when her heart burst there was nothing left to […]

Depths of The Atlantic

By Maya Petzoldt, TIWP Student Up and down, that’s how it goes. Up and down and all around again. I wished I could do more. But there’s little you can do in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. I would wish for people to come find me, but they don’t. I planned this. I told […]

Fires and Spirits

By Maya Petzoldt, TIWP Student  Fire. My hand is on fire. I should be more worried. This is not a normal occurrence. Yet, I don’t have an ounce of worry, not an ounce of fear. The tips of my fingers are black and burned, but I felt no pain. The fire rests on the tips […]

My Child Self

By Kayli Harley, TIWP Student It’s that feeling again. The one that shakes my bones, quivers my lip, and weighs my heart heavier in my chest. My breath is quicker, my hands tremble, my body aches. I stare at the mirror and look into my eyes. They are so familiar in their pain, glossed over […]

Kitchen Witch

By Scarlett Mosher, TIWP Student Oddly enough, people tend to assume that kitchen witches are always women. While the feet that pace the cobblestone floor may belong to my mother and sisters and friends stopping by for a cup of tea, I pace the kitchen as well, sifting flour and balancing too many eggs in […]

Volkov and I (An Excerpt)

By Reese Whipple, TIWP Student It was minutes before sunrise when I was geared up beside my friends and ordered by our Verkande Leader to send a quiet, religious farm town to fiery hell. God’s Hidden Valley was one of the largest towns in all of The New Californian Empire, yet held a rather small […]

Phasing: Part I

By Mira Dente, TIWP student The first thing I recognized was darkness. Suffocating blackness, surrounding me on all sides. Then came light, a blinding wave of brightness, forcing my eyes to open. One by one, my senses returned to me. First touch, the realization that I was in a bed, on top of sheets, under […]

The Story of Two Blueberries

By Katerina Bonderud, TIWP Student All curious eyes were hidden behind the curtain of their eyelids. “I brought something for you this morning.” The monotone voice spilled into throughout room. I hope it’s food… Is it money? I didn’t ask for anything… What did he bring us? I don’t care what you brought, I don’t […]