It was a Saturday in the month of march, and the weather was odd that year. There was snow on the ground the week before, and that week it was 14 degrees. While the weather was nice, it was nothing compared to being in the presence of HER. When I say HER, I am referring to the girl I’ve always thought of, but never believed in. It was just too good to be true, and frankly, that girl was much too g...

He’s just a nobody. A nobody that not a single soul would be able to recognize in a crowd of people or field of flowers. His heart is just a molten and melted pile of nothing entangled in vines of soullessness. Not even the vines’ leaves care about him. They just shrivel up like someone forgot to water them, just like the forgetfulness to care for him. No one watered his dying roots. The roots tha...

Her name is Georgia and I love her. She’s in grade 10 and I’m in grade 12, but it doesn’t matter to me because I love her. My buddy says he likes older girls, but it wouldn’t matter to me if Georgia was in college or in grade 9. I love her. As a kid I never really understood love. Mom would tell dad she loved him and dad would say the same to her. But I never knew what they meant.

Now I know lov...

She was sitting under one table, and he was sitting under another. What brought them both to be in that bookstore at the same time, both under separate tables, was unknown to either of them, but soon they noticed each other and their eyes met. His were green and hers were blue. There was a sparkle as soon as they locked their gaze into each others deep eyes. But as soon as she was about to look aw...

It wasn’t long after my mom had a heart attack that everything started falling apart. Like the leaves on a tree whither and fade away, my life was starting to explode. It was like a constant ticking was timing me until I finally just left. I should have done it ages ago. I was like a flower stuck in the winter, frosting over. Like a wave left in droplets of water while the rest of the lake is ice....

It was 2:34pm and I was on my way to work. It wasn’t the greatest job but at least I made money.

I didn’t enjoy being a waitress, serving everyone food, cleaning tables, staying late, not to mention my terrible boss. I guess he dropped out of school to start his own restaurant because he was only 20 years old, but he was a mean young man. I’d get to work just a minute late because I was helping ...

One step, two step, three step. I stomped my feet into the black streets as I made my way to the library. Not with any intent really, I knew there was probably some reason, because each time I sat in the chair in the right corner by the romance novels, I felt a buttery feeling in my chest. It wasn’t like butterflies, more like something slipping down my stomach. I couldn’t tell if it made me happy...