The literary magazine of Hagerstown Community College
Sara Martens
Siren
Ahaunting melody echoes within his mind, ensnaring the witless fool. She emerges from the shadows: a woman of impossible beauty, the epitome of desire. The curves of her body sway enticingly as she approaches. Such eager prey. Pathetic. With distain, she watches his body collapse to the alley street. Her dagger embedded in his chest, her immortal heart is alive once more, racing from the thrill of a man’s demise.
Sara Martens
Storm Brewing
He could not look away from her eyes. They were kaleidoscope eyes, too complicated a hue to be named, encompassing every shade of blue with just a touch of gray; a storm now darkened those tumultuous depths and rain fell. Guilt ripped through him and rain wet his face, the tempest in those eyes, striking him deeper than any words. No longer could he deny the unspoken word reflected in her eyes: Goodbye.