I slid the bag across the counter to the hooded figure, who eyed me suspiciously. His hand darted out, dragging the bag closer as he peered inside. A moment later, his head jerked up, and he snarled, “Where did you get this?”

I met his snarl with a cold smile. “There’s more where that came from. And it would be my pleasure to share it with the public—unless we can come to an agreement.”

For a fl...

Beauty, they say, is in the eye of the beholder. Mabel often hears the same compliments from everyone around her: how beautiful she is, how her skin glows as radiantly as the morning sun, how her well-defined oval face and lush lips make her a vision to behold. Yet every time she looks in the mirror, she fails to see any of it.

What stares back at her is a girl weighed down by the burdens of the ...

Treading through the icy path, with nothing but her resolve to hold on to, she braved the untamed trail leading to her lover’s arms. The moon hung like a sentinel in the clear night sky, its silver light spilling over the snow-covered ground and making it glitter like a sea of diamonds. The cold bit at her cheeks, her breath rising in soft clouds before dissipating into the still air, but she hard...

Adele was fuming, pacing back and forth in our cramped one-room apartment. The bed, positioned close to the door, took up most of the space. At the foot of the bed stood our mini wardrobe, while a reading table sat by the window. The only free space was the narrow path leading to the restroom and kitchen.

Suddenly, Adele stopped mid-stride, her shoulders slumping. She turned to me with a broken e...

At the thought of what once was, my heart breaks. The scars you left behind are a constant reminder of what can never be again. The silence that has replaced your hearty laughter and corny words is deafening.

My heart craves closure, a chance to move on—if that is still possible for me. Yet you remain unyielding, silent, and indifferent, as though our past meant nothing. Your silence breaks me a ...

Stumbling through the deserted mountain path, tired and parched for water, I wondered if I would make it out alive. My only hope was to reach a town before nightfall.

Suddenly, I heard the faint sound of running water. It reignited my strength, and I pushed forward, desperate to find it. Bursting into a clearing, I saw it—a crystal-clear river. Without hesitation, I dashed toward it, cupping my p...

There she goes again, screeching and stumping around like the world is about to end! Does she always have to be this dramatic I thought to myself, as I watched her create an unnecessary scene over what could have been laughed about or brushed off!

Moments like these, are when I consider my life choices and what exactly made me choose to remain friends with someone who always chooses to pick a bo...

In your head, you have all the power, you get to choose what comes next, and you get to express yourself without holding back.

In your head you don't have to watch what you say or how you say it, you are the director and producer of any movie you choose to entertain in your mind space.

In your head, you can be as bold as a lion or as timid as a dove without any fear of being power drunk or be...