I love the sun

I love it’s warm embrace

I love the way it takes

The tension from my bones

And just burns it

I love the sun

I love its glaring rays

I love the way

It soothes my eyes closed

Even under the shade

I hate the sun

I hate the way it burns

And I hate the way

It makes me yearn for it

I hate the sun

I hate the way it

Suffocates me

Warms me

Grazes me

Makes me feel

Loved

I hate the way

It ...

She knew it was coming. She had known it was coming for a while. She had felt it creeping closer; coming closer and closer and closer still. She could feel it now, breathing a premonitory fog. She could feel the scars of its phantom touch dragging across her skin, leaving disturbed flesh. She could feel it slowly change her into its perfect cradle.

It entered her home slowly. It had turned the do...

As soon as I take a breath, I know I’m dead. I can tell by the taste of the wind. It doesn’t taste bad or anything. It doesn’t taste sweet or salty or spicy or minty or anything. It’s just nothing. Not like water flavored nothing, just nothing. It feels-tastes so empty, void of anything at all. The wind picks up again and a nothing breeze starts to dance among the grass around me. That’s when I re...

Everything is so loud. I can’t stop thinking. My thoughts are racing by me and I can’t seem to hold on to any. There are too many things to think and to stress about. I can’t help returning to the phrase: so many things to do, but so little time to do it. I have work to do, hobbies I want to pursue, and a future to stress about. I never know what to focus on. It’s always one thing at a time, but w...

I’ve never seen a place that could exclude such luxury and comfort yet feel so unerving. Onyx black marble walls surrounded me and whispered warnings of their owner: “Careful,” they whispered, “upsetting him would destin worse then your demise”. Or perhaps those were just my own thoughts? Do the walls know what I think? Can they hear what I feel?! Are-Do they—

“I’ve seen you’ve made it, good.” Had...

Seju pinched out a bit of Titan moon dust into their tea cup. To make the moon dust truly last, they had to ration it carefully. After all, there was only so much moon dust in the tiny blue bottle. Tage, the producer of this specific type of moon dust, only produced the moon dust in small (and expensive) portions. Next, Seju poured cool water over the moon dust, then stirred it slowly. Joron, Seju...

I don’t know how long it’s been since then. It had to be long enough for me to run out of food and water supplies. Long enough that my last set of clothes to rip wear thin. Long enough for my shoes to grow holes and my feet gain blisters. But not long enough to stop grieving those I had lost—my brother, my father, my stepdad—no, it had been long enough to fully grieve nor forget them. Though I can...

"Hey," Brenda said with a wave, "Karma from Tinder, right?"

"Yeah, and that means your-"

"Brenda, yep, that's me..." she replied awkwardly. Karma was wearing a short black dress with white flower embroidery. It had short sleeves-to show off her tattoo, Brenda guessed. The dress complimented her long black hair and olive skin. Karma wore striking red lipstick and faint black eyeshadow. She was...we...

"SLOW DOWN!"

"Slow down? We're in the middle of a car chase, no way in hell I am slowing down!"

"Well at least try and follow basic road safety laws!"

"Did you not hear me? We're in the niddle of a car chase!"

"Car chase. Oh my God, dont remind me. Why did I agree to this again?"

"Because Paulina, you are my best friend and support me in all my life decisions; including stealing a car and running ...

[EDITED]

Jamie was screwed. They were completely and utterly done for. Why is Jamie so screwed? How did they end up in such a terrible situation? Well, it all started when Jamie was looking for a job...

Jamie, a broke college student, decided the best way to earn money was to apply to work as a housekeeper at the Davidsons' mansion. The Davidsons' were a rich family who came from old money. The D...