Emily Howitt

The clouds are angry they are lashing out. Nature is awakening, throwing everything in doubt. The creaking, the groaning, the branch is going to snap. The last building will come down, nature will have her world back. Rain hits the earth. Tiny pellets of fury. A flash of lightening. A scream that echoes in the night. This world is slowly slipping away. This world is coming to the last days. A taste of guilt. A taste of fear. Humans have done this. Devoid of cheer. The animals awakening, coming into their own. Eyes opening wide, gleaming teeth on show. The rain is slowing, it will be over soon. A new world will be born, but it will not be with you. Photo Credit: Wanda Gould  Maddy via photopin (license)

A little boy staring eerily. Bottomless pits for soulless eyes. Pale, shallow skin. Wisps of straw hair. A corpse that was not quite dead, yet not quite alive. I ran. I ran. I ran for my life. My stupid, pathetic life. What had I done? Created? Manipulated? Tortured into existence? That laugh. That bone crushing, chilling, hysterical laugh. He gained on me. Superhuman speed. A flash of ghost. Cold dirt flung around me. Coated my body. Cascading storm. A silent scream. Windpipe crumpled, by those tiny hands. All creatures kill  their creators eventually. I'd watch out, if I were you.  Photo credit: Rose Morelli   March 2015's Eclipse via photopin (license)

There is hope in the darkest times. There is hope when there is no light. There is hope, when the blade you have pressed to your throat, is about to slide in and shed red. When you want to give up, when you want to die, when you want to throw in the towel, jump from that bridge, let that coarse rope tighten tighter and tighter, cutting off air, vision cutting out, slipping from this world, there is hope. When there is nothing left to lose. Nothing left tying you to the world. When your life is full of misery and pain. When you think you can no longer endure, there is hope. When you think everyone has left you. When you think you are all alone. When you think you have no friends, no one who cares, no one who loves you, there is hope. There is and always will be hope. Hope will always be there, an in...