KELLY J MASSEY

“Ember!” his stupid voice blares through the night. I wanted to get away unnoticed, but apparently Steval woke just as I left our campsite. I pause in the tr...

“Ember!” I sigh and turn to the town elder, wishing I could have escaped town to go berry picking like I typically do every other Thursday. “Ember, I’m grate...

I may have mentioned that I'm writing alongside my Creative Writing class this semester. This week we started prose, and our first prompt came with some spec...

Daddy never talked about the war. He wasn’t a part of the “greatest generation.” Instead he was protested, and spit on in the streets. Daddy never talked a...

Life burbles from the spring, excited, grasping, experiencing, rolling over the smoothed rocks to join the waters that have moved through here before. Playfu...

He paced the lobby of the veterinary hospital. A walk he seemed to have taken several times before. Though in younger years probably much steadier. Every app...

Crows recognize faces-- they remember kindnesses bestowed and any disgraces. I remember faces— the kindnesses bestowed, the touching warm glow from your many...

I move through the cathedral of trees to a place that both quiets and stirs my soul. The ravens overhead ever in attendance at this service they call home. T...

Where do we go when the world is full of despair, when the world is full of fear, when the world is on fire? Where do you go when the loneliness won’t leave ...

What happens when you’re built strong and sturdy with a fiery temper that blows off the peak of a dormant volcano. The anger spilling out, running down, its ...

Only a block away, really at the end of our cul-de-sac, we were a world away up on Buttercup Hill. No houses with prying eyes, only boulders with crawly surp...

As with most Halloween traditions, several came from the Celts and their celebration of Samhain. The black cat that we love and celebrate today also has his ...

The story involves Jack and the Devil, but it has nothing to do with a fiddle. The Legend of "Stingy Jack" starts in a tavern as any good story should. Sting...

October is an ideal month to talk about vampires. The lore of vampirism is millennia old, as even the Mesopotamians and Ancient Greeks and Romans had version...

Writing in multiple POVs presents a challenge. Their voices have to stay consistent, especially when they go chapters without sharing their perspective of th...

This morning's newsfeed has been inundated with the Game of Thrones' season finale. People are upset, they didn't see this coming, how could these characters...

Fire regenerates It makes space for the new. Fire regenerates It clears out old for youth. Fire regenerates but will you be at peace when it comes for you? P...

He called her his sun, but he never looked directly at her. Only squinted in frustration on days she shined a little too brightly, and complained on days she...

Last week I took a much-needed vacation with my family to see the Red Rocks and Grand Canyon of Arizona. What stuck out to me as being the most powerful was ...

Saint Patrick's Day is a just a little under a week away here in the United States, but already the stores are flooded with shamrocks, green shirts, green be...