“Do you think they felt this?” Amoré asked. She had a grin plastered on her face. An annoying face, Jack quickly thought. He blinked to...

Is the role of a creator set solidly, or perhaps an ever traveling journey of a soul? Why must an artist create art? When has an artist...

Shelly walked down the hallway, linoleum lined the floors with sticky and slippery faults that caught her sneakers. Fake. Fake .  She...