The Life of a Background Goddess by Hannah Middaugh

I sighed for the hundredth time and crossed my arms. I slumped back in my chair in the corner of the room, and continued to listen to my uncles Zeus, God of Sky and Thunder, Poseidon, God of the Sea, Earthquakes and Horses, and Hades, God of the Underworld, my father, argue. Other gods tried to interrupt their argument by bringing up their own issues. For being the Goddess of Nightmares, this was my worst nightmare. And I had to relive it repeatedly. I rolled my eyes as Ares, God of War, offered to start a war to fix the issues Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades were arguing over. I couldn’t tell you what they were fighting about or how it even started. I closed my eyes to help keep the bright lights around Olympus at bay. With each passing minute I was in Olympus, a headache was brewing right behind my eyes. I just wanted to be back in the darkness of my cave in the Underworld.

“That’s it!” Zeus yelled, slamming his hands on the throne he was sitting on. My eyes flew open from the deafening sound. Everyone around me went completely silent. He stood up, anger rolling off him in waves. His long, blond hair was tied back in a ponytail, but little pieces of it were sticking out. I almost wanted to laugh. Perfect Zeus’ hair wasn’t so perfect. Neither was his temper. “Back to the Underworld, Hades! We are done discussing this!” Hades stood up slowly and narrowed his eyes. His fiery blue hair was sparking around his head, sending tiny sparks to those near him. His eyes had a fire burning behind the pupils. Persephone, my mother, with her small frame and floor length golden colored hair, didn’t blink an eye when a spark landed on her purple dress, setting a small fire. She lightly patted the small fire with her hand, putting it out.

“This needs to be discussed, Zeus! I’m not…,” Hades started.

“I SAID GO BACK TO YOUR DUNGEON,” Zeus boomed. I narrowed my eyes at Zeus’ comment about the Underworld being a “dungeon”. It might have been a dungeon to him, but Olympus was the dungeon for me. The atmosphere around everyone started stirring with swirling high winds and tiny jolts of lightening. The once bright lights of Olympus were now getting dim, letting everyone in the throne room know that Zeus was furious. Hades glared at his brother but stomped out of the room in Olympus like an angry child, sparks still flying from his fiery hair. I jumped out of my chair and followed my father. Any excuse to get me out of Olympus. Zeus dropped back down in his throne. My father and I stopped to look back at the room. My mother was standing in the doorway.

“I’ll return after this meeting is over. I’m going to try to talk some sense into them,” she said. I rolled my eyes. I knew it was a waste of time to try to explain reason to the Gods. Hades nodded once and resumed his walking to the entrance to the Underworld. I could hear the Gods continuing their argument after my mother gently closed the door after, giving me a small, sad smile.

The decent into darkness relaxed me. The headache disappeared almost instantly. I took a deep breath, letting all the smells and sounds of the Underworld take over my senses. The mixed scents of smoke, musky earth, and sulfur entered my nose. The humming sound of the rivers running through the Underworld eased my overwhelmed senses from Olympus. I hated going to Olympus. It brought nothing except trouble when we visited. Zeus and Hades would always get into arguments, Zeus would get sick of hearing what Hades had to say about “important” matters of the Underworld and he would send Hades back to his realm in the Underworld. Persephone would stay behind to attempt to change Zeus’s mind, but nothing would appease him.

“Back already, sir?” Charon questioned when Hades and I made it to the mouth of the Styx. The boatman stood on the tiny boat, oar in hand. Hades growled something under his breath and got on the boat. I stepped on the boat, nodding at Charon, and taking a seat as far from my father as I could. I didn’t want to risk starting a pointless argument with my father. Charon pushed off from the shore and started directing us toward Hades’ domain. The river Styx churned underneath the boat, lost souls circling around them in large groups. The eerie, green tinted river put little pleasant colored light on the walls of the dark cavern.

When we made it to the shore outside Hades’ palace, Charon docked the boat, letting Hades and I off. I once again nodded at Charon. He may have had a smart mouth once and while toward my father, but he helped me greatly; he helped me gather my souls to use to create nightmares.  I appreciated the boatman. He nodded back and started the trip back to the other side of the river to pick up some new soul or souls. Hades started complaining about his brother as soon as they stepped inside the palace.

“Zeus! Who does he think he is? There’s a reason we sent the Titans to Tartarus and he’s really making me think about…” Hades’ voice grew faint as I left my father’s side to go to my cave away from the rest of the palace. I passed my siblings’ empty rooms. I took the tunnel furthest from the Mission Room where my father was headed and started down the narrow path. Little blue lights glistened along the walls. Sounds of bats chirping and slowly flowing water from the River Styx filled my ears. I smiled. I was finally back where I wanted to be. I looked around my mini throne room in the dark cave and appreciated the darkness and the silence the room welcomed. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath in, and slowly let the breath out. I sat down on my mini throne at the back of my room and closed my eyes again. I focused on hearing prayers from my Pagan followers.

“Melinoe, Goddess of Nightmares, I pray to ask a favor of you…,” one subject started.

“Goddess of Nightmares, I pray to ask you about this dream…,” another one prayed.

I listened intently, trying to answer as many prayers as I could. I sat on my mini throne made of obsidian for hours. I only opened my eyes when I sensed it was nighttime in the mortal realm. I smiled as the spirits I commanded started joining me. It was finally time to create some havoc of my own. Entering the mortal’s unconscious was simple with my spirits. Having the spirits scare terrible mortals and creating madness was the always the goal.   

“Let’s get to work,” I said, jumping up. The spirits circled around me excitedly. I started marching back toward the entrance of my cave, the spirits following me. I just reached the mouth of the entrance when Hades’ voice boomed loud around me.

“THAT’S IT!” Hades exclaimed. I sighed and rolled my eyes. I knew it was a bad idea to go ask what was happening, but I headed toward the Mission Room anyway, with the spirits still right behind me. I crept down the pitch-black halls with jagged stones protruding from the ceiling. I entered the Mission Room. The dark, obsidian walls, and high ceilings opened the room. The giant holes in the walls gave Hades a perfect view of the rest of the Underworld. I crossed my arms and leaned against the frame of the entrance.

“Care to explain what you figured out?” I asked, not really caring what my father had to say at this point. I just wanted to go give people deserving of them nightmares. Hades was pacing around the room in front of the two open holes in the walls. He only glanced at my direction. My mother was sitting in a chair off to the side with her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I’ll send Zeus to Tartarus! That’ll fix everything! If he wanted to go back to when the Titans were still free, I’ll let him live with them!” Hades stated. I raised my eyebrows. Was he serious?  

“You’re going to send Zeus to Tartarus? How?” I asked, still not believing what I just heard.

“It’s impossible, Hades,” Persephone said, getting out of her chair and leaving the Mission Room. She walked past me, putting her hand on my shoulder for a second.

“Oh, it’s not only possible, it’s going to happen!” I shook my head.

“You really want to start an all-out war on Zeus? You’ve really lost your mind, haven’t you?” Hades continued to spout nonsense about putting my uncle in Tartarus. I pushed off the wall I was leaning on and left the room. I could still hear Hades talking about his plans. “This should be interesting to watch unravel.” The spirits around me whispered responses back. I left the Underworld, and headed to the first mortal’s home to bring nightmares. Entering their home was easy. Having the spirits overcome their sleeping mind was easier. I smiled as I watched the madness overcome them in their sleep. I chuckled when they jumped awake, screaming about demons. My spirits gathered around me again, and off to the next house it was.

Settling back into my cavern before daybreak, the spirits went back to the River Styx. I closed my eyes, ready to meditate for a few hours, when I heard the Trumpets of War sound around me. I sighed in annoyance.

“Nice one, dad,” I mumbled under my breath. Shouts and sounds of violence started reverberating on the walls around me. I closed the entrance to my cave, sat down on my mini throne, and grabbed a book from the mortal realm to read. It was bound to be a long night. Was it too much to ask them to stop arguing for once? All I ever knew growing up was my father and Uncle Zeus arguing. No one would tell me why. I made myself comfortable on my mini throne and popped the book open.

Just as the book was getting to an interesting part, the entrance to my cave opened. I threw the book out of my hand and was ready to fight anyone who entered. When I saw the God of Sea, Earthquakes, and Horses standing at the entrance, I relaxed a little.

“Uncle Poseidon?” He gave me a small smile. His golden brown hair was wet and covered in sulfur. His usually tall frame looked small.

“I wish I came under better circumstances, Melinoe, but I came to tell you the real reason why my brothers are always fighting.” I raised my eyebrows in confusion and anticipation. Was I finally going to find out why I only knew fighting? Poseidon took a deep breath. “Zeus is partially your father.” And that’s when the wall behind me blew up, showering Poseidon and I in rock fragments.

Changed by Alexis Chick

I always questioned life, is this really it? We are all born and grow up naive, go to school, some graduate and get a job and others go into debt for more school. Then at some point, we find a steady job we either love or hate, get married maybe have a few kids and that is about it. It’s all so mundane. I never felt normal, I always expected big things to come out of my life. I did so much reading that I became jealous of every character having some grand adventure and finding their epic loves. If I could have crawled inside to live in one of those books as the main character I would have. I would have loved to feel the wind on my face, sea salt in my hair, and hot sun on my skin as I sailed across the ocean as a pirate. I wondered if I would ever wake up one morning and meet someone that would change my life forever . My favorite series was about a girl destined to turn into an immortal fae and find her mate, the love of her life for an eternity. That is the story I would have killed to be apart of to have eternal youth and find the other half of yourself. I was always a hopeless romantic, I had a soul that cried out for someone I had yet to meet, I craved passion, a love that would set me on fire. I wanted the kind of love that connected on a spiritual, emotional, and physical level. I wanted someone that was only made for me and I for him, that there were no limits as to what we would do for each other.
   

Then I turned twenty and realized that none of what I wanted for myself could be possible. The adventures I wanted, the endless youth I so desperately craved. Not that I have ever feared death, death can come whenever he wants me, it’s the aging. When I turned 20 is when I realized aging is something no one can escape. My body will betray me, my muscles will deteriorate, my bones will become frail, and my skin will become like wet paper and sag. I watched my grandmother grow old, though the aging seemed to be slow, I watched her own heart betray her. Her heart no longer wanted to beat in rhythm for her body. Then her mind began to betray her as well, it no longer wanted to make sense of things for her. Since her heart and mind decided it was time to give up I watched her body wither. She was my best friend, my safe place, the only person I think knew who I really was. She always thought I was destined to do something great. I always thought it was my love for animals that made her say that.
   

From a young age I had a connection with them, any living creature non-human I loved. When I say loved I mean loved with my whole heart and soul. It was as if there was a piece of me, an extension of my own soul, sitting there just behind their eyes. I looked into the eyes of every animal and it was like they knew; they knew how badly I wanted to be their voice and speak for them. Naturally that is how I ended up going to college for veterinary medical technology. That’s right VMT not veterinarian. Not only does being a veterinarian cost more than my house, but the time I’d spend in school would feel like half my life was spent there. I never felt like I had an infinite amount of time on earth, the time we spend in life seems to be so short especially when you grow too old at some point to do anything. You’re only young and healthy for so long and I never wanted to waste a second of it. There was nothing I wanted more than to save the animals, that is what I intended to do for as long as I could.
   

My roommate is the only person that kept me sane at school. Not only with classes but drama seems to follow me everywhere I go. She holds me together even when I want to fall apart, we do that for each other. We are bonded in a way sisters would be. We depend on each other for support, honesty, and every once in awhile kindness. She is the only person I have been able to spend everyday with 24/7 and not grow tired of. She is the person that sticks by my side even now when my whole life has changed.
   

I always wanted a soulmate. The person that I can feel my soul itching for. I can feel this itch under my skin, I can feel my heart tighten because of the strain. Besides my need to save the animals, there is nothing I want more than for my soul’s call to finally be answered. Night after night I listen to it, feel it, my heart seize up, a call that never seems to quiet. So many times I have thought I found the person my soul had been screaming for and every time I have been let down. Today, however, I have given up. I am so sick of hurting. Tired of feeling my heart ripping apart and falling into my stomach. I deserve to be happy and that obviously means that can only happen if I am alone. So today I give up looking, I have no reason to believe he exists, even though I know there is a part of me deep down that will always hope. Not only is my heart tired but I know my soul is too, as if it has finally gone hoarse from its pleading.
   

So tomorrow I would wake up with no texts on my phone from a guy. I would wake up happy to know that I will not have to hurt anymore. For once I was choosing me, I know that if I would have kept that up I was going to die, who I am would slowly fade away. I only had six more days left at school and I would go home and be happy with my animals, friends and family. I felt myself slowly losing consciousness thinking about the summer I was going to have in my dorm room that night, accepting that I no longer wanted a love life. I filled my heart with thoughts of all the things I loved most and because of that I missed a small shift under my skin.
   

I woke up the next morning full of energy, I was a night person not a morning person. However, when I woke up colors were more vibrant, sounds were clearer, and I felt light. I felt like I could do anything, I felt confident and strong. I figured it was because it was the first morning in a long time I woke up worry free. No boys to worry about no texts to check for, nothing to let me down. My roommate Sarah and I readied ourselves for the most dreaded class we had, anatomy and physiology. My life had become nothing but anatomy, the professor was not lying when he said we would sleep, eat and breath that class because that is the only thing we did this semester. We walked to class in comfortable silence, after just last night I had talked her ear off ranting about how over my own love life I was. Of course, like always, she supported me fully.

“Do you think we will get our exams back today?” Sarah asked, always eager to see the grade she worked so hard to earn.

“I’m not sure, I’m okay with not seeing what I got anyway I’m really nervous to see it.” I replied.

“You shouldn’t be worried I’m sure you did fine it’s better to know than not know anyway.” she reassured me.
   

As I drifted off into my thoughts I thought I heard Sarah say something and when I turned to look at her I realized with shock that her lips were not moving. I slowly looked around us as we walked and there was no one on the grounds near us. As we passed the financial aid building on the way to the science center I looked in through the window to see a woman talking on the phone. With a small horror in my stomach I found the voice I had been hearing, I could hear the woman speaking on the phone from yards away while she was inside. I quickly checked to look for the window that had to be open, some natural explanation as to why I could hear her talking. I found none, there was no open windows, no open doors, not even some kind speaker system. I reined in the disbelief and shock as we continued on our way, and I only stopped hearing her when we finally reached the doors of the science center. The financial aid office is separated from the science center by the new library the college had just finished building. All the buildings were constructed of stone with exaggerated features. The rooftops ended in points, the buildings were multiple floors in height, and they all had floor to ceiling glass windows. Every time you walked past the library there was a high chance that someone you knew was inside taking a snapchat video of you walking by. You could see everything from the library windows. Once we walked through the doors of the science center is when chaos rained down on me. I could hear everything. I could hear all the professors lecturing, all the students talking, their voices echoing off the walls as if everyone had a megaphone. All those voices and the tiniest sounds were merging together to become a mind numbing ring in my ears. I must have cried out in pain because amongst the painful screeching of all the sounds I heard Sarah say, “What’s wrong?”
   

Having no idea what to do and the only thought in my mind being to get away from the sound, I took off running. I had no idea where I was going, anywhere that would make the ringing stop. I quickly found one of the restrooms, I darted straight inside for a stall, grabbed some toilet paper and started stuffing it into my ears. After what felt like an eternity and a whole roll of toilet paper, the horrifying screeching turned to a dull hum. Tears began to well up in my eyes at not only the pain that the sound had caused but from the shock of realizing what had just happened. I had to focus, I could not walk around all afternoon with wads of toilet paper stuffed in my ears so I willed myself to focus. Whatever was happening to me could be figured out after class it was too important to miss I just had to make it through the rest of the afternoon. I slowly removed the toilet paper from my ears and willed myself to focus and tune out the painful ring. I breathed deeply closed my eyes and let the ring slowly fade into a bearable hum. I pulled myself together and made my way into class.
   

Unfortunately for me, Sarah and I had chosen seats in the very front row of the class so I had to watch every head in class turn and watch me walk in. As if the horror that now became a knot in my stomach could not get worse I realized that not only could I hear everything in that building but I could smell everything too. I could smell the tiny particles of the chalk my professor was writing with, I could smell all the body sprays and cologne and deodorant my classmates were wearing, and something else. There was one scent that came out of nowhere and stuck out amongst the others. It smelled of metal, a sweet metal I realized with hair raising shock what that powerful scent was, blood. A student sitting in the very back of the classroom got a nosebleed, and I could smell it. As if realizing I was smelling blood in excruciating detail from across a large classroom was not enough, so was the realization that I liked the smell. In school I often practiced drawing blood from the dogs and cats that lived on campus so I was no stranger to the smell of blood. Before today the smell of blood to me was sickening, it just smelled like liquid metal and now to me it smelled sweet.
   

I made it through the rest of the lecture without anything else happening, after class Sarah asked me what happened. I had no explanation for her and could not tell her the truth so I just told her I had felt sick. I needed to be alone, I needed time to process what was happening to me. Since Sarah and I shared an all open dorm room the only place I could think to go was my car. I told Sarah that I would catch up with her later and practically ran to sanctuary. When I finally had crossed the street to get to my car, I was shocked to find a stranger leaning against it. His black hair was cut short against his head but spiked up in the front, his skin was tan as if he was recently kissed by the sun, and his body was muscular which was obvious because of how his shirt slightly tighten against his body. His arms were crossed so his biceps bulged with the slight constriction of his sleeves. The stranger looked up at me over his dark sunglasses to reveal his piercing blue eyes that reminded me of a deep blue ocean. He was wearing a plain gray shirt with black jeans, and he just stared at me. I got lost in the blue of his eyes and his clear jawline, and I watched as he smiled at me, I felt my heart leap in my chest. “Uhm…hi?” I said having no idea what else to say to this stranger.

“Hello, I guess you’re wondering why I’m leaning against your car,” he said casually.

“No not at all I’m used to finding strange men just leaning against my car,” I said using all my effort to keep my voice steady.

“Well my name is Layne, and you are?” it amazed me how calm he spoke, as if he leaned against random cars everyday.

“Cece, why are you leaning against my car?” I could no longer bear the casual conversation.

“Cece? Is that short for something?” he asked ignoring my question.

“Celia, did you just ignore my question?” I was growing annoyed with him.


“No I just wanted the answer to my question first, no need to be snarky,” he spoke to me as if he’d known me his whole life.

“I was not being snarky I think I deserve to know why there is a strange guy leaning against my car,” I snapped back at him unable to cover up my annoyance.


“Why don’t we get inside your car and I will tell you,” he smiled up at me as if he knew his smile could get anyone to do what he wanted. Which only annoyed me further.


“Oh so you can murder me and steal my car?” I replied trying so hard not to let any of my fear or anger show.

“If I wanted to steal your car I wouldn’t have waited for you to find me here and I have nothing to gain from murdering you.” his voice was genuine and reassuring.


I hesitated and looked around the street to look for anyone else witnessing this strange man ask me to get inside my car with him. I saw a few people walking on the sidewalks, witnesses, I slowly got into the driver’s side of my car. I watched him move from my front bumper and casually stroll and sit inside the passenger seat of my car. His scent hit me like a wave, he smelled like pine trees and mint, my heart fluttered yet again at the smell of him. I had nothing to say, so I just sat in my seat and waited for him to explain himself. He took his sunglasses off, and casually ran his eyes over me as if he was looking for something.

“How did you feel when you woke up this morning?” It was a quick straight to the point question, there was no hesitation in his voice. My stomach jumped into my chest as I could see in his eyes what he was asking me, as if he knew what kind of morning I had been having.

“Different, I can hear and smell unnaturally well, colors are brighter, I feel alive, more so than I ever have.” My own honesty surprised me as I could not hold in my terror of what was happening to me any longer. There was so much I no longer understood about myself and I needed someone to know, someone that had no idea who I was before today.


“Do not be afraid,” he reassured me. “What is happening is believe it or not normal and you are not alone, more is about to happen to you, but do not be afraid, just embrace it,” he spoke so calmly. I was so lost, I had no idea what he was talking about and it only raised more questions for me. I looked away out my window as I tried to piece together what he was telling me. When I looked back to ask him all my questions he was gone. There was no trace that the handsome stranger had even existed. I looked around for him, with no other idea what to do I just let every emotion I had felt today hit me. The panic of hearing the woman’s voice this morning, the searing pain of the science center as soon as I walked inside, the unnervingly sweet smell of the nosebleed during class, and finally the loss of the stranger named Layne that sparked some hope in my chest that I was not going crazy. It was very clear to me that I was slowly losing my mind, my body seemed to be changing in ways I could not control or understand and I was terrified. After allowing myself to break down, I slowly pieced myself back together and promised myself that everything was going to be okay. I walked slowly back to the dorm and spent the rest of my day studying and keeping casual conversation with Sarah.
   

I have no idea what time it was when I woke up from a deep sleep that night with my eyes feeling as though they were on fire. My skin was coated in a thick layer of sweat, and my entire body in excruciating pain. I had to get outside, I do not know why but I had a feeling that once I was outside I would be okay. I made my way to the door, as quietly as I could not to wake Sarah, once the door was shut behind me I ran faster than I ever had in my whole life. My muscles screamed at the sudden burst of energy but I needed to move I needed to go faster. The sprint downstairs to the door is a blur, my college sat on the edge of a deep forest, and that is exactly where I was headed. With my eyes burning, coated in sweat and in more pain than I had ever felt in my life, I sprinted straight into the darkness of the trees with no idea where I was going. That is when I felt the shift, I had to keep running but I felt my screaming muscles finally stretch and force my bones to change shape. I could feel my body taking on a new shape as I ran, the shifting of my bones and muscles made the unbearable pain finally cease. Before I knew it I was running on all four legs, my face changed and elongated and my skin had grown thick white fur. My mind connected the dots, and as I pointed my head up to scream a beautiful howl came out of my mouth, and that is when I realized, this was my new beginning and I could not wait to see where it would take me.

My Sunshine by Autumn Treaster

      He was becoming a bit of a hoarder. Junk seemed to be pilling up more and more since his wife got sick. Up in the attic, boxes upon boxes of newspaper were scattered about and he didn’t understand why. Out back are car parts for cars that he doesn’t own. All he has is an outdated van, a rusty truck, and a camper.
     

The camper had two beds. When it was warm enough, he would open it up and her, his wife, and himself would sleep out back. Although they probably looked crazy, he knew what it meant to the girl.
     

She would pretend they were in a forest. She could look out the windows and actually see it. Trees towering over the camper, specks of light spotting the ground. Fairies flew by the windows. Bees whispered in her ear.
     

She was constantly in this realm that she had created in her head. Her eyes always darting and alight. Yet he didn’t need to imagine the beauty, it was laying right in front of him. Sometimes the child would sneak out of her side and whisper in his wife’s ear. She would groggily pull herself out from his warm covers, and into the girl’s.
     

They would lay there, an arms distance away, yet somewhere else entirely. His wife would complain about the iciness of her toes and she would giggle and snuggle closer. His wife closed her eyes while the girl’s were still looking out the mesh window. Seeing things that no one else could. His wife would pet the child’s head and sing about her sunshine. His wife’s cracking voice added to the otherworldliness of the moment.
   

 As the child snuggled up to her, she had knocked his wife’s oxygen mask out of her nostrils. He would fix it once they both were sound asleep. Her voice trailed off and was replaced by a soft snoring. The cars had stopped. All that could be heard was a few lone crickets and the low hum of the oxygen. The girl didn’t understand why his wife’s hair had fallen out or why her skin seemed to cling to only bones. Instead, she just helped brush her wig and paint her nails. Right now, his wife had about an inch of hair that stuck up every way. But the treatments had started again so he knew it was only a matter of time until she lost it.
     

He focused on the child. Her eyes were moving more slowly. Her skin that was yet to be ravaged by the world, was glowing in the light of the lamp. She was entirely unaware of everything around her, her mind always somewhere else. He felt gratitude fill in his chest and felt honored that when she looked at him and his wife, her eyes fell on them; she saw him. Out of all the beautiful things she saw, she still beamed when she looked at them. He studied her face again and saw that her eyes had closed. They were completely still under her eyelids. He wondered if she ever dreamt when she slept since she was constantly dreaming while awake. If so, was it about the real world or her realm? Were her dreams filled of dying nanas and cracked sidewalks or fairies who danced on moonlight.
     

He looked at his wife. Her face was slightly wrinkled and completely covered in freckles, a complete contrast to the child’s pale skin. Her hair used to be long and shockingly red. That is what initially drew him to her. It was the reddest hair he had ever seen. In the recent years, before sickness, her hair had begun to gray. This is the second time it has grown back, and about to be the third time to lose it. Each time it had lost more and more gray and returned to it’s youthful red. It used to give him hope but now it killed him. He knew that there was no denying what was going to happen. Fifty years and he only felt more strongly for her, especially after watching her fight like this. He forced himself to stop thinking about the future and brought himself back. His eyes focused on the shaky, cadence of her breath. He watched intently. Praying that it wouldn’t stop.

A New Beginning by Oliver Perry

A man once thought he was so happy with everything that he had and did not worry about anything. However, this all changed when he lost it all. His happiness started to wither away. After losing what was precious to him, his world stared to turn upside down. Nothing made any sense to him. The activities that he had performed in his daily life sometimes became no more than running on autopilot. However, despite feeling in the moment that this void will be ever long, eventually, like the seed of a flower, nature usually allows itself to heal and grow back once again. It blooms into a new beginning. The man, after a period of time, began to feel happy once more.

Purpose of Life