I wake to my four-month-old baby crying. I blink continuously, trying to adjust my eyes to the unusually bright light. What time is it?

Noticing that the crying has turned into slight whimpers, my eyes finally adjust and I can see. However, what I see makes me squeeze them shut and open them again. A man... Not my husband that is...doing...

I repeat squeezing my eyes and reopening them, only to...

It started to rain, agitating me with every drop. I run but all I see is enormous treas with snake-like limbs. They're swaying vigorously. Having conversations, possibly plotting for my murder.

I start to hear whispers. I look around trying to decide the source but no one was there. I start to call rob, my little brother whom I'd brought with me but he does not give a reply. I start to run again...

“I never thought I would have to PAY for this. How has it gotten to the point where a mother has to pay for visiting her OWN son?!” she says angrily.

“I may be your son, but I'm doing just fine without you interrupting.” He replies rather calmly.

“Interrupting??” she cries in disbelief. “You call a mother worrying about her only son and missing him ‘interrupting’?” she spat.

“Well, yeah. All ...

The news of her pregnancy spread rapidly. She was, after all, the daughter-in-law of two very known and loved people. Everyone loved the baby and couldn't wait until it was born.

The day finally came, and it was born. It was a girl, a beautiful one in everyone's eyes. Her father would film her twenty-four hours a day since he was working from home. He would take her and his wife to his parents’ ...

“ ‘hurt’ is an emotion you feel when a wound bleeds. I already told you when we studied ‘pain’”

“I don't mind when my wounds bleed, it doesn't hurt.”

“It does for others. That's why you should never hurt others...”

He closes the dictionary with a thud, closing the memories that come from within.

“Mum, I'm getting out!” he says, unlocking the five locks and the door chain they've installed as...

If only, if only, if only...

If only we stopped saying ‘if only’,

If only we stopped depending on it only

If only we realised...

how harmed, unhealthy and penalised

It’d make us to always want an idealized

life and more...

saying it over and over might give us a sore

throat or make people avoid us for

always complaining......

”There he is!” said Mary while pointing angrily.

”How dare he! Mary get down quick! He might see us!”

” Where is your phone? Hurry and take some pictures!”

”Right.” He whispered, taking a few pictures from various angles.

”Umm, Mary?”

”What?” She whispered, not taking her eyes off of the two.

”What if mum doesn't believe us? I mean, the pictures are just taken from behind. What if she says th...

Nausea crept up to her throat from the pit of her stomach, upon realising that yesterday was real.

It had to be.

There's no way for it not to be.

She got out of her bed; dread weakening her legs.

How was that even possible??

How could she have done it???

She was confused, scared...

How could she have dared?

The memories crept their way up to her head, the anger, the blood...

his pleading eye...

Shaking, I unlocked the door and swung it inward. I got in, took my shoes off and tiptoed my way to the stairs. I stopped halfway through after hearing his scream.

” where the hell were you??”

” I was at school, ”

”Damn it!” He yelled, throwing the bottle of wine he was holding; breaking it, and making me wince. The next moment, I feel his punch on the side of my jaw, making me topple down the ...