Literature
Don't Sleep Tonight
The farmhouse was eerily quiet at nighttime. No cars honking, no rumbling subways, no incessant dripping. Donnie found it unsettling.
He had always been a bit of an insomniac. Staying up into all hours of the night working on inventions and experiments made it nearly impossible for Donatello to shut off his brain and get solid sleep, especially now that he was miles away from his own bed.
And so he stared. He created shapes in the ceiling, cast by the shadows of his candle-lit lantern. But there always seemed to be a face stained there, staring straight back at him.
April.
She had kissed him earlier that evening, so near his mouth he coul