“How does one tell a well-structured story, when life is absolute chaos?”
The professor paused for dramatic effect and paced slowly at the foot of the auditorium. The sleeves of the button-up shirt under his sweater vest were rolled halfway up the forearm. His peppered hair hinted at his years, but it was said he had an appeal that improved with age, like a fine wine.
It wasn’t because of his l...
She felt every bump and carving in the glass as it slid through her fingers and onto the floor as a wave of dizziness washed over Esmy. If it wasn’t for the ensuing feelings of loss and fear that later a shard would unsuspectingly lodge itself in the soft, sensitive skin of her feet, the beautiful sound of the delicate crystal shattering to pieces sounded almost melodic.
Esmy grasped the cold, g...
Dear Audra,
I know this is almost impossible to believe, but I am you, just… in an alternate reality. As proof: I know what is in Locker 5878. Only we know that there is a Locker 5878 and why it is necessary.
Now that that’s out of the way, I need you to get to Chicago ASAP and meet with Professor Jace Hale. Give him the attached page to this letter. If you read it, don’t panic. We have success...
Junpei was leaving, and Asahi wondered if he would ever see him again.
On a warm spring day, Junpei stared hatefully at his books. He didn’t understand why he had to be stuck in that shut-up little room, memorizing text, when he could have instead been out with his friends. It had been a particularly cold winter, so he already spent a considerable amount of time inside. It didn’t seem right that...
What do you think you would do if you fell in love with a criminal? That was the problem Grayson was confronted with when he met the serial killer who wouldn’t leave his mind. It was his job to find her and lock her up, but something in her eyes the first time they met made him sympathize with her. Can he help her give up her destructive ways and let him save her from herself?...
January 17th
I tried to get some time alone with the case worker, but Jonas followed us around the whole time. I really need to leave this place. It is so embarrassing going to school with bruises on my arms and face. It’s bad enough that the other kids call me “Twiggy” and “Garbage Truck” already and make fun of the holes in my shoes, but the bruises must be a big sign to Weston and his friends ...
Our mom tried to forget us, but couldn’t. But did she really want to?
Our lives were brief. We didn’t even make it more than six weeks and never were bigger than a blueberry. If we were still alive, we would have heard the shock in her voice when the doctor told her there were two of us. Her worry would have been palpable when the technician told her we still didn’t have heartbeats, despite our e...
“I think I just met the happiest person in the world!” Landon said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Being at the DMV was already bad enough, so it was more than he could take when the teller at the counter was getting smart with him.
He’s normally an easygoing guy, but this teller seemed to be on a mission to have a bad day, and he decided it was only kindness on his part to help her out with t...
The girl’s long, black hair was being whipped around by the wind as she entered the cave. A couple of steps in, however, everything became still. Most of her tribe dreaded this point in their life, but she saw it as an opportunity to get to know herself better. Perhaps that was the reason for the exercise. No one is fully an adult until they are confronted with themselves. She pitied the rest of t...
