Dark Days II

This day had began just as all the days had over the past ten years. He awoke to a new surrounding, attached to a new person, waiting on light to give him a glimpse into that person’s life. There was always

Among Us.

…Doctor Williams had made the decision weeks before he signed the papers; he’d known the entire time what he would do, it just came with such a regretful weight he had waited. Maybe if he’d done it sooner, or even had he waited longer, things would’ve gone differently. He thought as he stared at the empty casket meant to represent his most incredibly phenomenal patient D’Amber Lyons. Ms. Lyons was a peculiar case, sixteen years young…

Dark Days

His only means of time telling were the rays of light coming through his window. The window…the window. It represented hope and the proof of an existence beyond these four walls — the four walls that worked his sanity like a master carpenter. Carving,

Star Child

     …..Gil on the other hand, the two-week experienced Father of triplet daughters knew he only had so many minutes left to practice his guitar before the bottle and diaper juggling fiasco began once more. His fingertips were on fire, as he was only a two-week old guitarist as well.  “Give me a sec, hun…”, he was already on his third request for a second. “I’ve almost got this down…”. He did not almost have it down……