Every kid has had to have had an imaginary friend at least once in their life, even if they don't remember them they must have had one. Imaginary friends come in every shape and size, they could be a mermaid that you can only see in the pool or the bathtub, or a unicorn, or a normal person. I had an imaginary friend when I was little, I had a very active imagination, my imaginary friend was Lisa, I imagined her as a little girl the same age as me with a purple dress and long drown hair in a white ribbon who always had a black cat with a white patch on its chest who was always with her. Lisa had magical powers and we would go investigate what I believed were mysteries that needed to be solved. We were our very own Sherlock Holmes and Watson, investigating the unknown. I used to read a lot as a kid I read almost every Sherlock Holmes book and would base my adventures off of them saying we had ghosts and monsters we had to find, to protect our friends. I used to imagine Lisa could talk to the bugs to find Intel on the monsters we were hunting . It was always fun we would always be 'sneaky' and try to sneak up on the monsters. We would catch ghosts and figures out how to get them to be nice. Our adventures were all fun, I would always play imaginary detective to the supernatural and I still have a love for the supernatural, but I also know more about the supernatural than what was in the books I always read. Just thought I would talk about my imaginary friend and childhood memories.

One night I was tucked in my bed, sound asleep. It was around 3 am, the witching hour, how ironic.  I was awoken by a feeling, I felt eyes on me from my window. I looked outside and saw nobody was there, that is strange. I could've swore somebody was looking at me, which is impossible because my room is on the second floor. It was probably nothing, I rolled over and fell asleep. I woke up again 30 minutes later, at 3:33 am. I felt something again and I tried to shrug it off but the feeling would not go away, I felt someone staring at me again but not from my window, it was from the dark corner across my room. There was nothing there, just a normal corner but I felt uneasy. I sat up in my bed, at this rate I wasn't going to be able to sleep. Feeling watched gave me a creepy feeling, especially when nothing was there. I wanted to get up and leave but the corner was right next to my door, it was slightly cracked which would help me get out quick. I didn't want to take a chance, the hallway was dark and the stairs were just right there, if I ran for it I could make it. I pulled my covers off getting ready to dart for the door when the hallway light turned on. It startled me, because there was nobody home, there is no way the light could turn on. I felt very uneasy at this point, I didn't want to go out there but I sure didn't wanna be in here, then the light started flicking on and off. I felt very scared I had goosebumps everywhere, the light turning on and off and the feeling of being watched didn't settle well with me. I wanted out but I couldn't get the courage to get up and run. I felt paralyzed, with no escape. Then the light went off, I could hear somebody walking up the stairs, heavy and deliberate. The feeling of being watched was gone but now something was coming toward my room, then it stopped at the top of the stairs. I thought it was gone but then I heard the steps start again but this time they were running, they were running toward my open door. I jumped out of bed and slammed the door and something lunged itself into the door shaking the door and hitting with a thud. It was so heavy, so strong it pushed me back and I threw all my weight into the door hoping whatever it was couldn't get in. Then it starting shaking the door and I could hear a growling sound, then it stopped all at once. My whole body was shaking, I was terrified, my breathing turned heavy and hard. Then the door started shaking again, I tried keeping it shut but my small body couldn't hold it much longer. It suddenly stopped, I stayed at the door just in case it came back. Then the footsteps started again, they walked down the hall and down the stairs. I heard a crash in the living room then the kitchen, then it was gone. I opened my door and looked down the hall toward the stairs, the pictures on the walls were all turned over facing the wall. I went down the stairs and every picture was the same as the ones in the hall. I walked into the living room and the vases were broken on the floor and the couch was torn apart. Everything was trashed, I walked through the dinning room and the chairs were stacked on the table and the light above the table was swinging. I went into the kitchen and the silverware was all over the floor, all the plates were broken on the ground and the glasses were broken, some were stacked strangely on the counter. Everything was open, cabinets, fridge, oven, everything. I was scared, I didn't know whether to call the police or my parents and tell them what happened. I walked through the rest of the house, it was all untouched besides the kitchen dinning room and living room. I walked around the house and could feel someone was watching me, I felt uneasy but not threatened yet. I walked through the living room again to check upstairs, when I stopped dead cold in my tracks, something was staring at me, a very bad feeling came from it. I looked around frantically, there was nothing there, I could feel it. I ran for the stairs and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end like something was right on my tail. I panicked and ran up the stairs tripping on the way up, I felt something brush my ankle. I screamed and got back up and continued to run. I ran to my parents room and slammed the door and locked it. It slammed into the door shaking it, I screamed "GO AWAY" and it stopped. I stepped away from the door and climbed into my parents bed watching the door. My parents came back the next morning, finding the house a wreck the yelled for me, I wasn't sure if it was really them or not and they looked through my room it was a wreck and the came to the door yelling if I was in there. The tried opening the door but I locked it, I slowly got up and looked under the door to see there feet, to make sure they were real. I opened the door and my parents started shaking me to tell them what happened. My eyes were red and puffy, my cheeks wet from crying all night curled in there comforter. They were scared, wanted to know if I was hurt, I wasn't. They pried it out of me what happened, I told them it was some unseen monster that chased me and tried to get me, they didn't believe half of it, they said I was just scared and thought I didn't see anything and it must have been an intruder. But I know better than that I know what happened, it was a monster, a demon, a ghost, not an intruder. Somewhere deep down they know it wasn't an intruder but they don't want to except it. I still feel watched throughout the house, in the hallway, the dining room, kitchen, but especially in my room, I know something is there, strange things have been happening every since that night. My parents have noticed it too and are slowly starting to question if what happened was real. Things are getting worse over the past couple of months, my mom was grabbed going up the stairs, and dad has started finding scratches on himself more often. I haven't had anything yet besides being watched, but I feel like something very bad is about to happen, something very very bad is coming....

A girl fell for a boy April 23, 2016...It was me...It wasn't my prom but it was my best friends. Me and her made a promise as kids, if she couldn't find a date she would take me. So she took me, it was fun, I was nervous I'm not very used to dressing up. We went to prom found a good table with people we kinda knew kinda liked, She had a friend at prom and she was with a guy, he asked her she was my age, we all sat together. 

I liked it but I'm very shy and didn't wanna dance so her and her friend went and danced leaving the other girls date and me at the table. He was really cute honestly, I was in a not good long distance relationship at the time, it sounds really bad. He was wearing a red button up dress shirt, black dress pants, boots, and a cowboy hat. I was looking at him and accidentally made eye contact, he seemed to pay no attention to it but I saw him look at me a couple times. 

My best friend kept telling me that he was bad news before prom and all that sort of thing, but I honestly did not think that when I first met him. We basically kept getting ditched by our 'dates' all of prom night which I didn't mind, I liked his company... I was very shy and quiet and he sat a seat away, he kept seeming like he was going to say something but chickened out. Then finally he leaned over and said "you know you can talk to me, it's not like I'm gonna bite or anything," it made me jump because he suddenly spoke to me out of nowhere, but when he did I noticed, I really liked his voice for some reason. His date wasn't very happy it seemed the whole time, and wouldn't talk to him she was kind of a jerk. So we kept each other company, after I started talking I ended up feeling really comfortable around him.

He made me laugh and we had a lot in common, he wasn't really happy with prom because his date kept ditching him and she didn't like him at all. He didn't know what to do to make her actually talk to him. I tried to help him because I knew her, but I did try to subtly tell him she was bad news without sounding like I was trying to get him to not go for her. I helped as much as I could but I really didn't want him to go for her. He was so nice and was such a gentleman I didn't know why he would like her, I was kind of hoping if by chance he would like me, again sounds really bad, but you know.

We talked and he finally sat next to me and we talked some more, my best friend kept trying to make me get up and leave him but I didn't want to just ditch him like she ditched him. I reluctantly went with her but came back shortly after to keep him company. His cousin was at prom and there were these two home-schooled girls that were cousins with a girl at prom, they were twins and had never been to a dance, so him and his cousin went to ask them to dance to a slow song. I actually was jealous of them because they got to dance with him and no one would ask me to dance, I was really upset and really wanted to cry but I kept my tears at bay. 

After the song he stayed over there a while and it was kind of lonely. My friend and her friend came back and were talking and I felt zoned out, craving the moments I were talking to him actually having fun. I overheard in my friends conversation how "he ditched me to dance with those home-schooled skanks" I intervened and told her "you ditched him, sooo when he was looking for you to dance with you, he couldn't find you so he danced with one of the girls...maybe you shouldn't ditch your date." She got really pissy at me for saying it, but I had been talking to him and hanging out with him the entire prom, he was waiting to dance with her and now she was pissed he didn't dance with her first. 

He came back to the table and they left again, and he asked what was wring with his date, so I told him she was mad he didn't dance with her. He told me he would've if he knew where she was but he couldn't find her. And I told him that's what I told her and he wanted help making it up to her but she would not dance with him she refused. So I told her not to complain than if she wasn't willing to dance with him anymore. 

She was mad the whole night at him. I tried but she wouldn't have it so I said forget it. Me and him talked some more, I never got a dance from anybody but his company was nice and he liked talking to me too. He made me feel strange and giddy when he talked and his laugh was so funny I had to laugh at it. When prom was over he pulled me aside asking what he should do, I told him to just apologize to her, and she wouldn't let him and I told him then I have no idea. 

We left to the hotel me and my friend were staying at, he went home, the next day was silver dollar city and I was excited because he was going to be there to. When we got there his date went to her sister and was hungover the next day when we went and was really annoying. They both wanted to ditch him and ignore him but I didn't want to, he was the only reason I was even having fun the night before. So I told him what they were doing and he said he didn't care and that I made his prom better not her. We talked all day and went on all the rides together, I wanted to sit by him each time because he was fun and I liked him I was really starting to like him. 

He was afraid to go on some of the roller coasters but I finally got him on one and he loved it. On every ride he asked each time to go put my stuff down for me he was so sweet. I thought a couple times he almost held my hand, again bad and I tried to resist no matter how much I wanted to hold his hand, I was like an excited puppy all day dragging him to this ride and that leaving everyone behind. I had fun more fun than I would've had with them. They kept going wanting to smoke and I have asthma and they were mad I wouldn't sit by them when they did it. Me and him don't like smoking at all so we left them to go run around to have fun. 

I was really starting to like him a lot it was really hard not admitting it to myself but I was falling....hard. after the day was over my friend and her friend didn't feel good and wanted to go home and I thought I had to go with them only to find out I could've had him take me. I was so mad I wanted to spend the day with him and he wanted to spend the day with me, he told me later on he wanted to dance with me, and hold my hand ever since that night. It was shocking to me, Is aw him in school a lot after that and we talked and had each others number, the guy I was dating I ended it with because he was not a good person, and I was finally free.

We talked day in and day out, we hung out all the time, I met all his friends and made friends with them. And at his graduation May 21, 2016 I confessed what I felt for him in a card I got him. And I found out he liked me to, we claimed each other and he asked me to be his girlfriend. I never expected a single night and day could change so much, he's my date to my prom this year and we will be together a year May 22, 2017. It's been a whirlwind since that day, but all I know is I fell for a boy at a prom in a cowboy hat.....

I'm sure he's there, I've seen my share of unexplained miracles.

But I don't know who he is, people say he's forgiving, some say he's loving, some say he's cruel.

Which is it? He must be loving for he saved a little girl from cancer, my little sister.

But, he has to be forgiving, for he let a man who did unspeakable things to a little girl walk free.

I'm very sure he's cruel, for he let the 6 year old boy get shot by police because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Who is God really but all these things. I do believe in him but I do not believe in some of his methods.

He is fair but also unfair, he saved my sister but left her handicapped and not able to walk very well, with the mind of a 5 year old in a 10 year old body.

He let the man who did horrible things walk but now he doesn't remember what he had done.

He let the 6 year old boy die but saved him from the father who kidnapped him under the influence. 

God is strange he lets things, horrible things happen, but resolves something else in the process.

Who is he? What is his reasoning? 

Who is GOD?

I have a secret place I go to that no one knows about. It's very tricky to get to, it goes through the garden that goes through a door, past a creek and through a gate. I'm the only one that knows about it. My brothers and sisters see me leave the house in the middle of the day or late at night, they know I have a secret but they don't know what it is yet and I don't want them to know because it's mine. My place is my place, no one else's. 

I take my dog sometimes so he can meet my friends that I made in my secret place. They are a strange bunch, they hide usually, until I tell them it's me and then they come out, most of them are small about the size of my foot. That makes me afraid I'm going to squish them though so I have to watch my step. The other are bigger about the same size as me and some look about my age, I'm 6. I have lots of friends here, they are always so nice and always play with me. 

The nice part about my secret place is it's always summer even when it's winter where I live. I play all day with my friends, we play tag with the flowers, they always win though. We also play chess with the beetles, they aren't very good I always win at chess. I wish I could stay here forever but mommy would worry and daddy would be mad, and my brothers and sisters would miss me. 

Wouldn't it be great if my brothers and sisters could come here with me and we could all play together. My friends say it's not a good idea because they don't want them to tell on me about my secret place. I really wish they could come to my secret place but I don't want them to tell. My friends said I could stay with them forever, and my brothers and sisters could come to but I don't think I like what they want me to do. The told me I have to get rid of mommy and daddy, 'they're in the way' they said. They said I can think about it and I can tell them tomorrow when I come to play again. 

I decided to tell my brother's and sisters about my secret place, they all want to go. I told them what we had to do first, they didn't like it at all and neither did I. They really wanted to go so we tried and to figure out how to get rid of mommy and daddy, I went to my friends for ideas. They were acting strange tonight, not like the other nights I've come. They were very anxious and nervous, They said we could burn the house down to get rid of them while they slept, that one wasn't so bad but the other one I didn't like, it sounded dangerous. They said I could use a knife and put it in their stomachs they said it wouldn't hurt them very long. That made me feel a little better.

I told my brothers and sisters what my friends told me, we all agreed to put the knives in their stomachs, I told them it wouldn't hurt them very long. My brother said we should burn the house too and to use the lantern and smash it on the floor so it seemed like an accident, we didn't want to get in trouble so we wanted it to look like an accident. 

Mommy and daddy didn't feel anything when we put the knives in their stomachs, they started bleeding though so I put a blanket on them. We dropped the lantern from the stairs and used the matches on the curtains, now it looks like it was an accident. 

I took my brothers and sisters to meet my friends and they weren't nervous anymore they were very nice to everyone and I introduced them all. It was very fun playing everyday but one of my brothers were gone and my friends said he didn't wanna play anymore so he left and my sister left too. 

I don't know why they didn't wanna play anymore it was very fun there but I guess they were tired, I found my sister but she was sleeping so I assumed she wanted a nap, it was a very long nap. Then everyone were taking a nap for a long time but I felt fine I wasn't tired at all, my friends said it was okay they just were sleeping for awhile, not to worry, they said I was special and that's why I didn't need a nap, they never did wake up from their naps but that's okay I'll play for them until they wake up.

Give me something to remember

Something worthwhile

Something I want to hold on to forever 

Something no one else will have

Something only we can give each other

Something we will always remember

Something we can share to the world

Something to love

Give me love to remember, forever and always.

I saw a dog once, it was very beautiful and haunting. 

It's fur a dark blue-black and eyes of gold flecks and amber.

I thought I was seeing things, there was no possible way a dog could be that beautiful.

It was very large and sleek, its fur looked like oil.

I could have swore I was hallucinating, where could this dog have come from.

It was staring at me very intently, trying to communicate in some unspoken language.

I felt like it was reading my every move, my every thought.

It would move in time with my movements, like it was reflecting me through its oily fur.

I tried to walk away but every move I made it followed, seeming as if it were stalking me.

It stopped, almost like it was stuck in place.

I was outside of the gate now, finally out of the cemetery, the dog vanishing at the gate.

It was gone, I didn't go back for fear of seeing the hauntingly beautiful, sinister dog again.

When I think of a country song I think of the girl who fell in love with a boy leaving the clothes on the line

I think of the boy who watched his dad hold his momma's hand and prayed at his bedside

I think of the bull rider who defied the odds and made the 8 seconds

I think of the girl, 17, in love, summer, and strawberry wine

I think of the boy who got a note taken by the teacher that read do you love me check yes or no

I think of the overprotective father with his daughter watching out for the boy 

I think of a hometown where bonfires and trucks were everything in the summertime

I think of a honky tonk man in a honky tonk world

I think of the man who would do anything just to see her smile

I think of the man who realized life is to short to live day to day and instead live like you're dying live the day to its fullest

When I think of a country song I think of a better time where everything was about loving life and the people you care about 

I'm nervous, what if I don't make it..what if I can't graduate..

I'm so nervous..don't mess up..don't mess up

I can't do it, I'm gonna trip if I go up there..oh how embarrassing

What..yelling..'you can do it'..'go for it'..my family..cheering me on

OK..calm down, just close your eyes..deep breathe..open, go for it

Almost..uh oh, stairs..oh please don't trip, why did I decide to wear heels for this

It's almost my turn..there's my name..oh great I hope I don't mess up

Right hand grab, left hand shake..oh I'm nervous..

YES..I did it, ok play it cool, play it cool..almost there

There's everyone cheering me on..I feel great..I DID IT..I really did it 

Oh gosh I'm crying..how embarrassing..but I made it..I'm graduated

YES

When I hear summer, I think, home.

When I think summer, I relate to being in the truck, windows down, hair in the wind.

When I see summer, I see winking against the sun through my sunglasses in a tank top.

When I feel summer, I feel the blistering sun, bright and energetic, urging me to get up and run free.

When I remember summer, I remember lazy days on the porch, playing at the lake, getting thrown in the water, reading or drawing in my hammock.

When I want summer, I ache for the seasons to change, to feel free again and remember how much summer means to me.

When I need summer, I look through my best memories to remind myself summer will be here again, soon.

Summer, when life erupts into a glorious sky.