We stood there, facing each other. I could count the freckles on her face. Her eyes held a hint of hatred, but her lips were upturned. I was sure my expression was similar, if not exactly the same, and to my great surprise, I didn't mind. I smiled unabashedly at the girl who had ruined my life and I didn't mind. Worse, I wasn't even drunk. I should want to kill her. Torture her. But I didn't. At l...

I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t say it right then. But little did I know I’d regret it that much. Right now, I’m sitting here hypnotizing the picture of you recalling every single moment I could’ve told you. But the crippling feeling of something between fear and shame shut my mouth. I let my pride get the best of me. But what good is pride if all I have left of you is this crumpled photo? I can ...

Never trust a survivor until you know what they did to survive. Personally, I don’t agree with this. In our town surviving is everyone’s priority. The purpose of their life. The only goal they have in the day. No one ever asks what you did to survive. The main thing is that you survived. If you're strong enough to survive in this town on your own we want you on our team. The worse things you did t...

I’ve been told that God doesn’t make mistakes. Yet here I stand, watching the flames of hell dance wildly together reaching dizzying heights. The longer I gaze into the flames of hell itself, the more I am drawn to their warmth and the beautiful shapes they create. Would you find anything like this in heaven? Hardly. And so I ask myself, what if God really doesn’t make mistakes?...

Dear Diary,

I don’t know a more clichéd way to start a diary entry. But nor do I consider myself a person that would usually start a diary to begin with. But that’s the thing. Nothing is usual now. Everything has gone upside down and there’s not a single day where I wouldn’t speculate about how much time is left. Or if I didn’t waste the time given to me. It’s not fear that I feel right now. It j...

Where I live we're not used to trying new things. In fact, most of the time, we have to do what we can to survive. And that's why I thought it was strange to try something like this. It seemed like a waste of time. Something only the rich can afford. But I found out later that it's quite a common pastime among these people. Fun was a foreign word to me until recently. But now it was a normal part ...

As I opened the door, the familiar smell of mashed potatoes wafted into my nose. At first glance, such an ordinary smell that every child smells at least once in a while from their kitchen awakened years of memories in me. First friendship, first love and later a relationship that must have ended for some petty reason. I saw it all clearly in front of me as a film in which I was cast as the lead. ...

The wind flows through my hair and a scream escapes my lips as gravity pulls me and my little sister relentlessly to the ground like an anchor. The fateful fall seems endless. My stomach clenches and my heart leaps out of my chest. We still haven't hit the ground. Do we still have a chance of survival? Certainly not now. We've been falling for more than half a minute. As we inch inexorably closer ...

Emma was ecstatic to begin her senior year on the first day of school. She had chosen the ideal outfit and had practiced her hair and makeup the previous evening. She felt assured and prepared to face the day as she entered her first class.

But as she walked toward her seat, she abruptly stumbled over a stray backpack that was lying on the ground. Before she knew it, Emma was face down on the gro...

This was the day that Nick had been looking forward to for weeks. It was now time to do something he had been wanting to do for a long time. Although most people would find it trivial, he had been fantasizing about it.

Nick had been intending to clean his flat for weeks because he was a bit of a neat freak. To make sure everything was flawless, he had been researching various cleaning methods and ...