The teacher was once again lecturing us, what for? I have no idea, but then again, I don't care either. I just continued to listen to my music. The bell finally rang, but before I could leave, the teacher asks for me and some pigtailed freshie to stay after class. After a few minutes, the room was empty. " I asked you two to stay because you were the only
ones to pass Monday's quiz." Shocker, I pass every quiz and test. "Okay so, I always pass" "Well, you see the quiz was on things that I haven't taught yet" "Is that all," I say, heading towards the door. "No actually, It's not" I stop and turn to face him. "I'm not sure if you two know but the school's academic team needs one more person to compete..." "Let me...
You are making me feel guilty for everything that I do, making me feel small, like my feelings don't matter, i am a 19 year old woman. i am mature enough to make my own decisions with thinking of the consequences. you make me feel like a child again, a sad one for that matter. you say that my feelings are dramatic or that i am overreacting but truth is, how
you feel about yourself is how you treat me. and you are afraid of revealing your true feelings to me so you make up excuses about my life to justify your actions and why you treat me the way you do. i don’t know what goes on inside your mind but i am sure that you have come to realize that verbally and physically abusing me is wrong. no human deserves to ...
Kailani was on her way home from school and she was upset so she was hurrying on her way cause she wanted to talk to her mom. But she had then gotten a call. She had received some devastating news. Her parents had died on their way home from their lunch date. She had fallen on the concrete sidewalks crying and screaming. The people living in the houses from
across the street came rushing towards Kailani and had asked her what's wrong repeatedly. She never answered. One of the women standing next to her had heard something from Kailani's phone and the woman had picked the phone up and put it to her ear and said "hello?" and then and there she heard the news dealing with Kailani's parents. She hung up and had rem...
We are in the midst of a sudden “bifurcation” in the evolutionary trajectory of a complex dynamic system. Bifurcation creates crisis, and crisis, as we know, is both danger and opportunity. Either way, it is a prelude to change. The challenge is to choose the change that leads to a sane and flourishing world. This is a real but non-recurring opportunity.
Failing to seize it means returning to where we have been: facing the prospect of our collective demise. Because for the past several decades we have been exposed to a plethora of crises, and these are likely to be as global as the pandemic, but not necessarily as temporary. They include conditions as bad or worse than a pandemic. For instance: millions dyi...
The letter read:
I wrote you a letter, it seems ironic. Right? I mean, you broke up with me in a letter and now I’m writing how much I hated you in a letter. No wonder why we dated each other, we were the perfect match. That is besides point, by now, future me should have told you already that I forgive you but I wrote this when hated you. So
here it is, the words you have been given warning to, I HATED you. Past tense. I used to hate you, I gave in to anger and rage, it was a pit of anger inside of me that I wasn’t going to burn in. Now I have been reformed, spiritually. I started taking classes that helped me read myself like a book and others. In fact, I bet I have already read you when I to...
Lucas and I had arrived at my hell on earth, my ex's baby shower. I think I would have killed the taxi driver if it wasn't for Lucas and the speed of modern day cars. I could have missed my slot for a congratulations and a quick game of guess your Daddy! And that wasn't an option. I wasn’t there for the brightly
coloured cake or the overpriced party bags, no. I was there to save someone later on from a broken heart and the heart breaking feeling of a child being ripped away from your arms.
I told Lucas my plans on the way here and now that he has pulled me aside, away from the party and away from my cheating, backstabbing, psychologically messed up ex, I don’t know ...
It might sound cheesy, but to me she was everything I ever wanted to be. Strong, beautiful, smart, and kind. I looked up at her from below where her feet stood, and the view was blinding. The star, the sun, or whatever the kid me would call her.
And during nights she sang me a lullaby; at mornings she
delivered me a sweet kiss on forehead; at noon she guarded me from meanies. Whenever I stared at the mirror, I could see her staring back at me with proudness in her eyes. The gleam of her shield said, "it's fine. Keep going."
I was never a brave kid. Lonely at times, sad all the times. This life might take a toll on me but then again, as long as she was...
The orange sky that haunted the clouds above, the man stood there fixing his white hair and looked at a mask.
A mask that was originally white, but now it wall all black, with white painted flowers over it.
"You did love your garden, didn't you Lindsley? Well, the school got burnt down and I'm sorry I couldn't save it." The man spoke up as he sat down by
"Sorry I couldn't get you a grave too. Was a little busy painting the town red." The man sighed, he looked at the mask.
"I remember you asked me why I kept it. I told you it was a past that I'm not proud off. It was white when I showed it to you, but now... Black with the darkened blood of all the people I killed." "Lindsley, seems like monst...
I just wanted to take the time to say the things I’ll never get to say to you off my chest. You, you were my light in the darkness. The rainbow at times my everything. It was the way you looked at me displaying an image of being the only girl that gave you the sparkle in your eyes. It was the way you take my hand and pat it softly
like a baby being rocked to sleep. It was the way you linger the words “ I love you” of the tip of your tongue that made me melt like butter. I thought I had myself all figured out before meeting you. But, before I could you cast me with your spell and picked me up off my two feet to a place where I didn’t think I had within. Your words did the trick. ...
I just don’t know what to say. My older sister Sarah would tell me to speak from my heart. Blake Andrew might say something incredibly intellectual, possibly from his textbooks, and I wouldn’t understand. I’ll figure it out.
I still don’t know what to say. Everyone’s gonna be there. Mama and Dad will
be watching. Blake and Sarah. Everyone will be watching me, scrawny little Genesis Clarke with my hair down to my waist. As the old saying goes, the show must go on. Most people have mixed feelings about me giving speeches, but I don't mind.
This time he’s really done it, that hateful creep. Just two days before, and Blake...
I never thought that I would end up here. Alone. In a dark room. Black curtains. The walls painted an ominous gray. A dark rug, stained with something lighter that looked extremely suspicious. Whatever. I was used to it.
My family used to call me the eternal peacemaker. I was always calm about frightening things, such as the car crash that changed my
life. There was blood everywhere. My brother's neck twisted at an odd angle. His arm dislocated and slung over the seat weirdly. Antonio Maxwell, a great man in the making, died that day. And I don't blame him. I didn't have a choice but to get out and face my rescuers. I would have rather stayed.
We were alone, on a twisty highway from Valenport City to th...
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...