Abenon was nervous!
The succeeding minutes will put him face to face with his biggest fear - his maiden performance in front of an audience of five thousand fans filling up the grandest theatre of the city.
The theatre walls were decorated with his effigy. Banners were flying all around the place with Abenon’s image in a glittery hat and suit. Crowd
had gathered outside for a final chance of obtaining a ticket. It was a Sunday evening houseful!
Abenon could feel his heart beating fast as he stood behind the curtains pacing incoherently for the moment to unfold.
His parents and little sister were sitting in the first row of the audience. Their extreme excitement was brimming with the crowd chanting Abeno...
Hamza had his first dream when he was 5-year-old. He was so afraid and depressed that he had to be taken for some counselling. But the dreams never stopped, and he made a pact with the dreams. He started to realize that these are not some normal dreams. He could see what others could never see. He had the vision. His counsellor dismissed it as bad
nightmares. He was on medication for a long time but still, the dreams kept on coming till he was 12 when he understood what those dreams were. One evening he was coming back from his friend's place when he saw some police cars in front of a house. He stopped over to see what had happened. He saw the police taking a middle-aged man in handcuffs. "What is hap...
Suddenly his eyes opened, and he found himself in the middle of a forest. It was a dark moonless night and he had no idea how he had reached there. He looked around and all he could see was trees and darkness. He could hear low shrieking sounds of different animals and some shining eyes behind the bushes. He knew he was trapped. He did not know
where to run. He tried to get up and found out that his legs were tied with the vines of the old trees around him. He could feel as if the trees were staring at him for disturbing their peace. The shrieking sound grew. He tried to release his legs from the strong clutches of the vines but the more he tried the more he was getting tangled in it. He could hear ...
I feel trapped in my own self
I feel lost in my own brain
I feel as if I am dusting on a shelf
I feel cold, as if I am locked out in the pouring rain
Why can’t I find a little HOPE to lift me up?
I feel as if I might have to jump
Why do I feel so fragile and broken?
Why can’t my heart just reopen?
Why do I block myself out?
I feel like
I can’t live without
Crying a little each day
I’m too weak to pull myself up and pray
In the name of God why am I drowning myself in my own negativity?
Why do I fill my heart up with hostility, why can’t I find a sense of responsibility, capability or even productivity?
Why can’t HOPE give me wings to fly away?
Why do I keep my thoughts...
2 days before,
As my tears went down my face, I felt the burn of where my father hit me. I wish I had a better father. My mother passed when I was 8 and ever since my father always made sure I was the perfect daughter. But without a mother & only dad it was tough because I was an only child. I had very few friends but my
best & well only friend Blake was bullied. We had similar lives as if we were sisters. But the difference between us was that Blake always got bullied for almost all her life but we always had each other.
That afternoon I went to Blake’s house. I went up to her room & when I walked in it was cold. I felt the breeze of the air on my skin. The room was dar...
I opened my eyes. I told myself that it was a dream. and it was. but it was also terrifying. my brothers voice kept repeating "hold my hope, hold my hope." I never did know what he meant by that. As I poured myself a glass of water, I thought about that horrid night. he had been acting strange. hopeless and sad. then, at 11 o'clock at night, he shook me to
wake me up. then he looked me in the eye and told me to hold his hope. he sounded upset. even though he scared me, and I didn't know what he meant, I said okay. and then he left. the next day, we found him murdered with a note from someone called the hope stealer....
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Not many people know of the existence of werewolves and any human that has ever know is no longer in existence. There of course is going to be rivalry between tribes but finding love between them has been unheard of. After a century of war two teens meet and what happens next is extraordinary....
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
So I push forward.
I guess when it comes down to it I'm too scared to stop. ...
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...
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...
(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.)
Ava sat at the kitchen table, her math book and graphing calculator by her side. She was wearing headphones, but they weren't working right so she could hear her mother vacuuming in another room. She hated when her mother did that, and tried not to be home when her mother did the weekly cleaning, but sometimes it couldn't be helped. She liked doing her
school work in the kitchen. She could shut off the overhead light, and just use the natural lighting through the windows to see by. It was so much easier on her eyes and didn't give her a headache like the lights in the other rooms did. Her parents were understanding of her dislike for certain lights and kept saying they would change the bulbs to something better...
No coffee at home, stacks of paperwork in the office and no coffee there either. Bakery across getting closed, getting splashed while waiting for the traffic light on the way from said bakery... And now this. Betrayed by a milkshake. Jason couldn't even tell the girl behind the counter that the pink abnormality wasn't his order
- she looked so haggard, almost pushing the cup in his hands and hurrying off to serve another customer, he didn't have a heart to tell her off.
So here he was now, sitting in his car outside Charlotte's, flashing pink and turquoise neon lights irritating his eyes, strawberry milkshake in one hand and his phone in another. The digital clock on the dashbo...
A vast sea of ocean blue
Lead me all this way to you
Where water weeps with wishful worries
Where time ends the sleepless story
So sing to me, my dear sweet blue
And let the ocean come consume you
Chapter 1 Hunters
It was days like this you felt like a wolf, or maybe a panther; a predator born of the wilds. Days like this, when the sun
warmed the earth, and the shade retained the cold under its mass to cause the balance of temperature to remain absolutely perfect. Days like this did not come often enough. School and her pathetic excuse of a life always got in the way of days like this. But when it was summer, and she was let off her chain to be set free, days like this became frequent. Days l...
It was way too hot for this. Despite it being night, it was still around 75 degrees outside. It made Madeline, who was used to the chilled nights of the upper US, uncomfortable. She was staked out by the corner of a jewelry store name Bronners', from the looks of its old timey interior and small size compared to traditional stores was family run. Which
mean't that with this heist, someone's livelihood was going to be damaged. It left a sour taste in her mouth. She never liked hitting family businesses. It felt too personal, too cruel.
But Anderson, her handler, didn't care.
On a small memo pad, she wrote down points of interest.
How the front door didn't shut completely. Their opening and closing hours, in...