I am being chased.
    Like a fox to a hound, they’re hunting me.
    They have managed to push me out of town, just past the bridge and across from the lake. The fields of snow slow my pace, and my chest heaves as I gasp in the frozen air. They shout and taunt at this cruel game they've made for me.
    “Come on old man! You can’t keep this up forever!” A man's voice holds a...

At the edge of a cliff is a bird's nest.
Just far enough down that it is unnoticeable by passersby and hidden well from predators, it has thankfully remained there untouched for decades.This isn't a scary cliff. There are no jagged rocks below ripping currents or pulling the sand into the sea. This is a peaceful cliff with a meadow of tall grass and flowers and a wooden staircase to the right that leads down to the soft sands below. ...

    On the ground, just a few steps from the door, there was a dead bird. Lying face down, you could still see its iridescent tail feathers twitch. What made it worse was the second, the baby, refusing to leave its side. It hopped around its fallen friend, occasionally chirping and tilting its head in confusion. I don't like birds.
     I unzipped my backpack and ruffled through for my phone to re-read my father’s directions: 
    It's not that...