The day I’ve been waiting for has finally arrived.
I felt it in every fiber of my body, and I was enlightened— exhilarated.
With adrenaline coursing through my blood, I sprinted down the halls of my abandoned, shabby apartment complex.
The air was musty and grey, almost emanating green, nasty aura. I ignored the usual environment as I left the building.
The sky was a bright blue, and the air was ...
I remember when these halls sang tails,
But now leave entrails of sand across its floor.
The dust piles to the ceiling
And the doors are left open to show the aftermath of forgetting,
I remember when the walls hung sails and great old fables for its guests to adore.
And the core is broken, not to be repaired.
This is no home, not even a house. Just a relic of despair.
I heard the skeleton of wood ...
His scared hand reached out and grabbed by wrist, each warm and bony finger wrapping around my tanner skin in a way that called shivers down my spine.
“Kacchan…”
He mumbled my name like it was a prayer. How can someone make me feel so wanted while having done alsost nothing to achieve it? Well, that’s not true. He’d done everything, our entire lives to make me feel the way that I do.
“I understand...
_When I was little, I used to torment my little sister into fulfilling psychopathic wishes of mine. She folded on every crease. This is her mindset if I were to imagine it._
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Lacy is strong and confident, she’s cool and popular, everything I wish that I was. She has friends that I would give anything to play with. But she hates me.
She hates me.
I wish she wouldn’t hate me,
I wish my sister ...
I waited for hours that day. Hours and hours, looking out at the sunset waiting for you to show up, and praying that you didn’t.
I felt like an outcast, while I was alone with my thoughts in that uneasy silence. I rather it had been filled with your mumbling, but then again, I knew if you were there I would never forgive myself.
I don’t think I ever have, anyway- forgiven myself. I never deserved...
The ghastly article fit perfectly around the young woman, each curve pronounced and taken care of. Its colors clashed, patters mixing together either in a much too busy way, or in a fashion that just wasn’t appealing; cheetah print and fluorescent green palm trees. No sane person would wear it.
The clothing couldn’t be named in type. It was no dress or gown, but it reached the floor. It was neithe...
(Morbid. Read with caution)
I woke up in someone else’s body today.
She didn’t look like me at all.
Maybe her voice was a bit familiar, but it was drowned out by the sight of her bagged eyes and mangled lips that contorted into a frown of agony.
Her arms were bony and hideous.
I couldn’t stand the sight of her.
It was as if I couldn’t control her actions despite feeling the numbness of her own ski...
White.
_Bleak_.
Red.
_It burns._
Blue.
_It’s thriving._
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I want to be a blue star. I want to thrive like them, and shine brighter.
Blue seems sad and meek at first, but I’ve always thought underlying meanings are everything.
Sometimes I have so many thoughts I want to burst. Sometimes I burn cuts into my skin, one for each thought to remind me of how bright I am, like a star.
Others tell me...
‘Bread… milk… soup…’
Chrissy went over the groceries in her head a million times, practically engraving the list in her neurons.
Her mother was strict about these kinds of things. She always wanted this specific food list, nothing more, nothing less. The woman even went as far as giving Chrissy only the exact amount of Knuts down to the tax coin, having memorized it herself. So if Chrissy, in th...
My palms shook like anything.
I was never nervous before, not like this— not ever.
I’m strong and confident and cool, and I could have anything I wanted. I’m the shit. So I didn’t know why I was so anxious, because there was no margin of error.
Nevertheless, I still hunched down, wiping my sweaty palms along the outside of my jeans, sighing.
Reluctantly, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a ...
