Withoutwings-I-Fly

I had gone but when I came back everything was as I had left it. The dusty books on my shelf still in the same place, the dishes in the cabinet assorted according to size. The air was stale, not breathed, unmoved; I noticed how loud my own footsteps were on my tiled entryway. My luggage was alone in the corner against my off white walls only interrupted by the occasional family photo or piece of art. This is home, my sanctuary, where I become myself instead of the other person that emerges when I close the door behind me. I shed my shell and leave it in the hallway. My bedroom is as disorganized and laundry filled as I had left it before. I h

The human obsession with death is something that I, like others, can completely understand. The thought of not existing has led us to believe that, yes there is something after death, and perhaps there is. On that subject of the afterlife, when one looks at our world and the distant worlds beyond many try to apply science to explain how everything has become so perfect for us to have been able to inhabit this planet comfortably. But what about when science cannot be applied to explain a phenomena that we have never seen before? Miracles, anomalies, alien activity; call them what you will, but as many frustrated people have discovered; science

The clock on the cable box said it was 2:47 when I woke up on my couch to the light bleating of the news. I sat up and froze; he was staring down at me from behind the couch, he had a glass of orange juice in his hand. “Morning.” He smirked and downed the glass in seconds. I jumped off the couch and grabbed a remote to throw at him; he easily ducked it and let it fly into the darkness where the shifting light from the T.V. couldn’t reach. His face showed he was amused at my panic and just as I grabbed something else to throw at him he had me on the couch pinning me down with his body. The book I had grabbed was clutched in fro