Midnight. Black. Star. Mister. Moon. Shadow. Spook. Raven. Onyx. Names. Families. Life. I don't want to be here. I don't want to leave. I don't want to feel. But I do. From house to house. Person to person. Life to life. I felt happiness at my creation, but time went on, I got lonely. Someone found me, my first owner. I felt overwhelming joy, happiness, belonging. But they left, the first of many....

I'm tired, tired of life, tired of waiting, tired of this. But I don't know what this is. I want explanations but have no one to ask. I want to die but can't. I feel like I'm trapped but there are no borders around how far I can wander. I want to speak but there is force against it I can't power over. What is this? I want to leave. Let me leave. Let me out. I'm tired of this. I want to get out of ...

Victory, a sweet pleasure of diminishing one or more others for oneself uplifting. the taste of a warm candy with a slight tint of cake. Yet somehow not to sweet nor to bland. The perfect balance of salt in the candy at texture that seems godly. Though this is at first. Whether it rushes to your head is a different story. Still, another point of victory is guilt. The guilt having defeat an other f...

"Cinderella! Come and do the dishes!" The angry stepmom shouts.

"I'm coming!!" Cinderella rushes down the stairs wanting to end this miserable life of hers. Continuing to do chores till nightfall with her angry stepmom and stepsisters yelling at her to do this or that or "Get OUT of MY WAY", she steps out side to take a breath of air. Out of nowhere a fairy appears then somehow transforms to a old...

The character acted ashough he never handled a gun, and that's impossible it's 3000 AD in America of all places, top country of war, violence and crime. He didn't sign up for this, but raffled, as population control. After the war ended you'd think that population wasn't a problem, but the numbers have been calculated by a large number of scientist (robots) and told that we're about a billion ove...

The blade unraveled like made from string, thought it stayed in the position no matter the force until the wielder let it off. The trees rustled, bushes swayed. Wind blew, clouds traveled. All was moving, but the blade stayed perfectly still. The wielder never moved. A bounty hunter, the best of them all, paid from the dark web and back alleyways. She is what he came for. A powerful magic user, on...

"Your time is up. Better run!"

Darkness grows as you run into the maze of shadows. Monsters, bloody, black monsters appear from every corner. they bleed invisible as the lights shut off. Darker than black of night, it is impossible to see. Keeping one hand on the wall and run. Straight. Into. Death. A bang screeches. A scream echoes throughout the maze, life fades from existence....

In a heart-shaped box, a mother keeps her children’s teeth. She walks through a hallway, it is dark, gloomy, eerie even. She walks pasts doors that lead to rows of beds and to the end of the hallway lies a door. darkness creeps up and engulfs the torches flame. Shadows grow.

* * * The sun rises early, but shadow still lurks like a wickedness of heart. All children rise for breakfast, except one, n...