At night she dreamed of being a superhero. She controlled the elements and could almost fly through the air in a single bound - maybe not as far as Superman, but in all fairness she did have shorter legs! During the day she acted out these fantasies and at times was able to convince four other six-year-olds to join in. She didn’t know what it was ( Read more... )

Joel loved soccer. Plain and simple - it was the one thing that he could do where he felt completely free. Today was intramural day at his school where the classes competed against one another for the coveted prize of a day off of school. He didn’t care about the prize though, that was for his classmates, he just wanted to run and feel the wind ( Read more... )

 
Nick didn’t care that his parents sent him away. He didn’t care that they were happy to be rid of him. He didn’t care about anything.
At night as a child, a voice would speak to him. He never knew if he was dreaming, but for some reason he always felt as though he were awake. The voice was barely above a hiss and was no different than a small devil ( Read more... )

She watched with sad eyes as the young boy stood nearby watching as the other school boys picked on the youngest of the group. He could hardly be called a boy anymore as he was now seventeen years old, although compared to her, just about anyone would be considered young.
Her normally long dark hair was pinned up in a bun and covered with a large ( Read more... )

“Tell me what you dream of,” the woman asked her charge lightly as she tucked him into bed.
“I dream of many things,” the young boy responded, his face contorting as he struggled to recall his latest dream. “Sometimes I dream of the moon,” he answered.
“You’re an astronaut?” she smiled as she asked the question. Children were capable of such amazing ( Read more... )