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They stood up to get a good look at their surroundings. They were stunned to see they were in an unknown room. Aries had to blink a few times to realize they were in Olivia’s room. They blushed realizing they had only been wearing a long shirt with some underwear. They looked over at the bed to see a sleeping Olivia. They didn’t

want to know what they had done. Olivia Seemed to have been reading their mind. “We just watched a movie and fell asleep. You decided to sleep in your underwear because you got hot.”. Aries breathed a sigh of relief. They were only 15 and didn’t want their relationship to go that fast. Olivia got up revealing she had only been wearing a training bra an...

It's just as I am about to arrive.


A thrumming pain. It begins in the back of my skull. I imagine a little bit above where my brain stem is located. It sort of announces it’s coming abruptly. A splat. If I had to give it texture, it would be wet, like when you squeeze a balloon filled with water. But it stays. The pain stays. The wetness stays.

Rather than trickling down, it floats up, expanding its form to now engulf the entirety of my skull. Pain changes with the expansion. The thrumming eases into a monotonous beat, and the acicular pain moulds into flattened sheet, dousing my head in a pleasant warm shower. if pain had fingers, I imagine, that’s what a head- rush would feel like. Fingers that stop...

I feel the brush of dewy leaves as I run in-between the woods.
Running, I can see flickers of brown and orange in my side view.
Running, I can smell a foul odor around me.
My mind asks "should I stop?"
I look back, he's there.
The pale rider.
He's far behind in the shadows, but that can soon change.
I can hear the hooves of his beast that he is

upon.
So I push forward.
I guess when it comes down to it I'm too scared to stop. ...

Sat perched upon his spot. His place. He thinks to himself, why? He doesn’t understand why his happened.
Did he do this? Did every step he take lead up to this? This isn’t my fault. He repeats this in his head.
Like a mantra. Over and over. Because he needs to remember the truth. His truth. He forgets a lot.
His mind tends to go from one thing to

another very fast. He didn’t see anything. Just heard the noise.
Who’s fault is this? He thinks. He must think harder. Go over the facts. Go through his memory of the actions leading unto this point. He has a small amount of time before they find him. He just wants to go over things in his head.
So when he does tell them he’ll say it in the right wa...

A hand shot out of the water, frantically splashing water on the dock. It was pale with gray tint to it, slowly the rest of the body came out of the water; crawling on the dock coughing and sputtering. Wheezing and coughing up water the young lady pulled herself onto the dock and laid there for a while; the air was cold and seemed to get colder. The young

woman looked to be in her mid twenties; pale silvery grey skin with a hint of tan, dressed in what looks like a fine gown of deep copper/brass ruined by the water and high heel shoes about two inches high of silver design. Blonde hair almost colorless was draped around her like a shawl, contrasting the dark color of her dress, eyes are startling gray with hint...

16th january 2020

to the person that i loved the most ! to the person that i gave myself for him ! to the person that i gave him all i had !
to the person that i kept thinking about him all the day and night long ! to the ,person that i saw him in a different image !
To the person that was ready to gave anything for him ! to the person

that i wanted him as a part of my future ! to the person that i gave up everything for him !
My time ! my studies ! my secrets ! my life and finally and the most important thing .. My heart ! to the person that i couldnt stop thinking about even in exams ! even in my grandfather's funeral !
to the ghost that warmed my bed in night when i remembered her smi...

today i asked myself, why i am acting like i always do. things like making drama or overreacting. the first time i asked myself this question were months ago and i guess today i found the answer.
its midnight and i am thinking about my friends and how my relation to them ended.

i've always had a really good relationship with all of them. everybody

talked to me and i saw that i was important to them. i dont really know when but one day i started realizing that maybe everything has changed without me noticing it.
i saw that i wasnt the good friend anymore but a good friend. there is a big difference between them. i used to get asked to go out or they asked me for advices and some things like that and no...

THE DREAM by Leocadia K

People say when you die in a dream, you die in real life. I can tell you for a fact that isn't true. I have always had dreams that feel like they last entire lifetimes, where I grow up and die right as I wake up. Infact I have always had the same dreams over and again.

When I was gowing up my siblings often teased me for

having marks on my neck. I was born with light marks that look like fish scales all around my neck. Faint but visible with one larger and dinstinct area on my windpipe the size of a quarter.

"It's a birthmark", Mother would say. "Just put Vaseline, it will go away in time' It never did.

I absolutely hated it and I also hated anything touching my neck. Tie...

There was a ring on my phone.

I picked it up immediately without looking at the caller id.
"Hello?" I said while I continued typing on the laptop and putting the phone in loudspeaker. "Blaire? It's already late. Aren't you coming home, still?" Melody's voice emerge from my phone. She is my roommate slash best friend. "I still need to finish this report

for tomorrow's meeting. I'll be home in about-" I checked my time, "Twenty minutes."
"Oh you better hurry because g- part-." Her line was suddenly cracking up. "Melody, I can't clearly hear you. I'll call you when I'm going home." I ended the call.
Being the assistant editor at a magazine corporation is tough and I'm working on this project that I need to p...

So I did a lot of shopping, I have not yet checked my balance, how much I invested. I walked for hours and I promised myself that I am not gonna fall in this pathetic situation again. Next day, we had a class together, after class he asked for a drink, I went there because I felt that I need to end it in person or maybe I was desperate to see him. He was

there, I realized that day how much he resembled a kid. He asked me what was all the bullshit, I told my side of the story. In the end, I asked him if I could touch him for the last time, he said no. I asked the second time and he denied but I held his hands anyways and said goodbye. I don't know maybe if he had said okay that is our problem lets deal with it t...

At some point, I hugged him that day though indirectly, I did not want him to go, yeah he had to go. When he went I felt like I wanted him longer, and I felt ashamed and bad too for my activity. I did not know he was younger than me, 3 years of the age gap. He was a Bachelor student and I a Master student. I was a little bit hesitant about him. But his

concern for me melted my heart every time. I don't know what I wanted from him, defintaely not love though. The more I knew him the more closer I got, the more comfortable I was with to share my secrets. I have to stress though, not all secrets. His smell would drive me crazy. When I say this, I feel like I am a dog. Anyways, he started to look more and more good...

On a dark and stormy night, void of all life but the nocturnal, a lonesome traveller stumbled down a forgotten road; his wares and merchandise jangling like an ominous tune.
The cobbled pathway fell steep and narrow; the nature was now overpowering the traveller's route.
Every bird and owl and creatures considered foul halted for a moment before him; as

the shadows crept around the traveller in mysterious ways.
The Traveller thought, as he descended, that the wind was sharpening its harsh embrace.

The lower he ventured, the more foreboding the environment became - both desolate, and overgrown at the same time. The Trees around the traveller appeared to fidget and nervously watch. Whether out of anticip...

Thread work.
By Adaa Sayed.

Chapter 1: Thoughts
I was thinking .It was my English period. I don’t exactly know what seemed more exciting Shakespeare or that boy sitting near the window pane .
He didn’t look beautiful. He looked like one of those mornings when you wake up , just by mistake , not tired at all , clueless of the time to witness the

dawn’s shimmery gold , intoxicated in fruitful essence. Mesmerizing. His face.
So capturing that even Shakespeare I believe had lesser talent.
Me and Ash were friends, since kindergarten. Friends who wanted to be around each other, talk to each other , but kept away . Fearing. Who knows what.
Distance just made it better .
Ash was born just 4 days afte...

She glanced down at the swathe along her hand, and what she saw disarmed her entirely- the mark she had always known to be of the brightest colours, reds and yellows and summer-sky blues, had changed like the stroke of a paintbrush, like a sun had set on her skin. For now, the streak of rainbow was the colour of ebony; a black deeper than she had ever known,

a pool of uncertainty and hope and discovery. The colour of space, somehow not lacking in colour at all, but instead overfilled with it… like it had tried to split its seven ways but realised that the shades seen by the human eye weren’t anywhere near competent, and tried to fill itself with colours not yet existing. The slight sheen that glimmered over...

The world has never moved.
Which is a weird thing to say in all honesty-why wouldn't it?-but it's true. Our planet, Yannis, doesn't rotate, and neither does the two moons that "orbit" around it. Because of this, Yannis is split into four 'countries'-Dawn, Day, Dusk, and night. People from all countries look like how you expect-Pale skin in the Night, tanned

skin in the day, etc. I, myself, live on the border between day and dusk, a place called 'Gold' because the light of the sun forever hitting the horizon is always beautiful and gold. But I found out today that we aren't supposed to be that way at all.
There was a statement issued by our space foundation, COSE, that said that they started to discover planet...

(Yesterday, I found a tape recording while hauling boxes out of my attic. I’m about to move, but I listened to these tapes, and the story they tell is chilling. I don’t know who is telling this story, but I know that because I found these tapes, they are my responsibility, and I want to tell you it. Later, when I finished listening to these tapes, I

looked up her name, and the story I found was terrifying. I hope that I can solve the unfinished crime by sharing these. You might ask, why didn’t you tell the police this? I can answer that. They wouldn’t be of any help and would think I was making it up. But you’ll know I’m not. At least, I can hope this.)

Tape 1:
So, this is my first tape. I know ...