He was a minute too late. He’d run to her house, only to discover his girlfriend lifeless, cold, pale, and on the floor.The cuts were too deep this time. “Why didn't you tell me?” He questions the dead body he used to know as his lover. The razor, marked with the blood of her all over it, had slipped out of her hand as she lost consciousness moments
before. The breathing had stopped seconds before he reached her. He now holds her in his arms, wondering if it was his fault.
The ambulance rushes her into the hospital, and about an hour later, she is declared dead. He collapses to the floor, screaming in the most painful way. His once cheerful girlfriend is now gone, and he cries until no more tears ca...
Christopher’s body tensed, and his mouth grew dry. “We need to go home, now.” He looked to the left road then to the one on the right. He pointed to it, turning to Luke. “If we go down Dougal Road, we’ll cut right through and it will lead us straight home. This way is faster, then going back the way we came.”
Luke was silent, but nodded his
Christopher looked back at the tower one last time, before grabbing Luke’s hand. They made a right, disappearing into the trees that surrounded the road. Christopher kept Luke close to him.
The two boys sped-walk down the road where the backs of homes perched on the top of stubby hills that sat even further from the road, barely visible beca...
Luke and Christopher stopped by many houses, occasionally laughing about the poor quality of candy the home owners offered. Luke especially felt bad about doing this after the people, complemented him on his costume. The purple, overcast sky above soon faded to midnight blue, (Although it was not midnight yet). Luke’s candy bag grew heavier to hold and
plum at its bottom as the night continued. Luke and Christopher walked by one of the houses, a sprinkler systems went off. Luke yelped from surprise as the cold, foul-smelling well water sprayed him across the shoulders and onto Christopher. He laughed, putting his hands in front of him so his face wouldn’t be next in line. The sprinklers immediately cut off ...
I now entered the room to sleep. I laid down and start to think about my young days when I used to be as happy as a lark. Those days in which my family was still with me. We used to have so much fun together. I could still remember the last celebration we had together of Divali. It was the most amazing day of my life. Soon after my family and I came to
South-America and settled down. We enjoyed ourselves a lot. Unfortunately, we got bad news sometime after, from one of my dad’s friends. Who sent him a video of my family hanging dead, as I was watching the video I was so scared of watching it. My tears flowed out of my eyes like a river. I was filled with depression and anxiety. Just by looking at it, I was as...
I first saw Lasker standing and giving errands to the sentry and freeman along the edge of a small cliff, near the bend in the road that I was walking on.
I remember looking at his stature with sharp body lines against the purple sky, an endless sea spreading before us creating a harmony of pieces bonded into the shades of an image the
moment had enjoined for, and thinking all the while dipping and swimming across the sea. An itchy longing for forbidden Isles and never seen land past the stoic man that stood with his chin high-up and hands clasped at the back.
I still remember his spreading gaze sweeping across me.
My story starts with my learning to count fingers on both my hands to wh...
when i first saw you, i noticed the bleak emptiness behind your skin. i saw the pain oozing out from your eyes like blood; it filled the air with its bitter presence, cloaking you within its ominous warmth and robbing you of the pride i can tell you once held dear. you looked so perfect: a beautifully broken boy, pieces of yourself scattered like the stars
embedded in the night sky and i just knew that i had to save you from drowning.
you didn't know that i was watching you from across the dimly lit bar.
i didn't know that you'd destroy me.
**NOTE to any readers**
sorry this was so short - i think its up to you to decide what happens next. but just a quick heads up that this wasn't designed for th...
Thoughts began to race around my mind, I’m begging them to slow down, but they won’t. I started gripping onto the edge of the seat to gain some kind of grounding. The waiting room is empty. My breaths were coming in gasps and I could feel my body barely coping. With my heart hammering against my chest, I shut my eyes and put my trembling hands over my
head. The room spins and I find myself curled up on the floor trying to make everything slow down to a pace my brain and body can cope with. It’s like there is a hurricane building up within my body. The more I try to supress it, the stronger it becomes. I tried to pull myself up onto the seat, but it felt like the ground was melting beneath my feet. With my...
As I exhaled the laughter from my lungs, I look at you. We share a glance for what feels like a lifetime. I feel blood rush to my cheeks and I see yours do the same. While the world goes on, I can't help but feel stuck in your eyes. Everyone else's laughter fades to the background. The only thing I can see is you. It isn't
until someone shakes me back into reality that I remember where I was.
In my half-dazed state, I laughed, "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?". " I said, are you okay? You've been watching your phone for a real long time. To distract from my embarrassment, I laugh loudly, "of course, I was watching a great show". My friend, Ludwig, rolls his eyes, "whatever d...
Are you going to tell me why you look so dull? asked alice. See this piece of paper, its crumbled up and people have torn it and it has become so small, now this piece of paper is worthless, i am like this piece of paper, i am so tired of waiting for good things to happen when they never do. voiced ray with unbearable pain in his voice. alice quietly took
the paper from his hand and started folding the paper left and right. ray looked at alice with a sudden curiosity that topped his depressed mind set for a second. Alice was done folding the paper left and right, up and down, god knows what she did with that tiny piece of paper, she struggled in folding some parts of the paper as it was fragile and crumbled. On...
The same tree root caught Michael--again--sending him and his skateboard flying. He landed hard on the old concrete sidewalk, and sat for a moment, breathing heavily before pushing himself up. “I hate those freaking maples,” he muttered as he scrambled to his feet, rubbing his painful rear.
The gentle downward slope of the street might have
made a perfect ramp for skating, but in this neighborhood, the century old sidewalk was lined with big leaf maples whose roots cracked and created ridges in the concrete. An unwary skater could find himself thrown off balance and off his board if he didn’t pay attention, like today.
There was a hidden advantage to the sidewalk conundrum. The damaged si...
No, not really. My name is Steven, but "Call me Steven" doesn't quite have the same effect. "Moby Dick" was, no is, Tristan's favorite book. He always said it was the best and worst book he ever read. He used to like to read the last part to us, the part where Moby Dick destroys the whaler, and even though the sailors know
they are doomed, they allow Ahab to beckon them on in pursuit of the great white whale. In the end, when the ship and all the boats are destroyed, and the sailors killed, Ishmael survives thanks to Queequag's coffin.
Tristan is a survivor, just like Ishmael. That's why I don't believe he and Isolde are dead. Tristan would never give up on living and he'd n...
A week ago I never thought I would sit here and have a normal conversation with my arch enemy. A week ago we were still trying to kill each other. You might think it is an exaggeration, but you should have seen us during the football games. We are both team captains for the only two teams at our school and they have never
been friends, never. But now that we are going to compete in a bigger competition, we have to bring our teams together to a large one to have the right number of players. I can't understand why the teachers thought this was a good idea....
Have you ever wondered what happens when you die? Phillip wondered that when his grandfather died, he wondered that when his mother died and he wondered that when his wife died. When he took his last breath, he wondered if his daughter was asking the same thing. But explaining this complex system is not that easy. When Philip arrives, he has to fill out a
questionnaire about how he felt his life worked. Yes, so they know how to do next time you go down....
I sit sullenly, caressing the gun, a plan already forming in my head.
"What's up with you??" a deep voice interrupts my thoughts.
"Nothing," I sigh. "Shut up."
"I'm asking you a serious question," my older brother persists.
"I don't care about your questions – serious or no."
"Well, you've got that weird look," he mumbles around a mouth full of
"What weird look?"
"I don't care about your questions, serious or no," Duncan smirks coyly.
"Wow, astounding comedy content!" I whoop sarcastically.
The smile falls off Duncan's face and then there is silence. A lot of silence.
I don’t care as long as there aren't any more questions. I need to develop my plan intricately. It needs to be car...
Some people say that when you are about to die, your whole life flashes before your eyes. For me, I was waiting for that moment, pleading, begging, wishing for God to end my suffering. But, just as I felt my eyes start to get heavy and the darkness take over, I heard a voice. A voice that was all too familiar, a voice that I miss very deeply. “You are too
hard on yourself Ev! Give yourself some credit, God only gives you what he knows you can handle.” But I know this voice was only a mere speculation of my memories. I knew that I couldn’t give up. For him… For me. I knew that I had to find a way out of here, I can’t go out like this. I picked my head up from the cold metal table. My arms still binded ...
I look up in the stars and I imagine Derick looking at me with his emerald green eyes shining in the moonlight. Nothing between us just space. It’s almost like time is moving so slow because this perfect moment me and him are in. he’s just so mesmerizing to the eyes and i can’t get him out of my head or out of sight. “Hey am i always in your
head?.” Derick tells me almost seductively.
Then its like magic i wake up back in my room. In the best part to say the least and that had to be some bull because i go to sleep just to get some action. So i guess i just haven’t grown into my body or my face. The reason why i say that is for the automatic reason i got deemed as being “un-sexable” for a nice...