“So this is it.”

Anja stopped in the midst of the forest and studied the entryway of an ancient castle. After hours of hiking a land hidden in the unknown, she and her brother finally stumbled across what she was looking for.

The groundbreaking discovery was left in a place of ruins. Cracked fragments of bricks and clay laid across the barely visible floor. Green ferns and stems broke through th...

When I opened the door to our cottage, I was relieved to see my little sister has yet to turn into a lifeless corpse. She laid there just as steadily as I left her, under a thin white sheet on her fragile bed, silently fighting for each breath she took.

“I’m back, just like I promised I’d be.” I sat atop the stool beside her bed, and placed her aching hand into my own.

If she had the strength to...

I remember her for her golden straight hair that swung loosely over her waist, and her large blue eyes that lit up every time she entered a room. Since the day she transferred to our school in the 6th grade, she captured everyone’s attention.

I never understood why everyone was in love with her instantly. During study halls, the boys gathered around to listen about her weekends, and the girls lin...

He felt like nothingness.

The glass mug tossed outside a window.

Laid broken on the sidewalk.

Needing to be pieced together and filled for the first time.

He watched carefully for what the others like.

Imitating their every needs and desires.

Not expressing any of his own.

And when it was time to strike.

He was hollow of emotion.

With a heavy fist that crumpled anything in his path

Grinning ...

“I saw what you did last night. And I’ve told everyone.”

“And?” His tone was cool and confident. “You really think they didn’t know already?”

He plays with a deck of cards in his hands, his back facing me. The only light in the room came from the moon which shone from the window he looked out of.

I hated everything about him. I hated the way he proudly puffed smoke in the air after winning a g...

Jennifer Byrnes knew that look all too well. The slumped posture and the fidgety hands that laid on her desktop. The helpless and beady eyes full of desperation.

Byrnes sat face to face with one of the patients, only separated by a thin glass meant for her safety. His eyes were red of sleepless nights, and his grey hair was clumped and stringy.

“Nurse.” His voice shakes, barely audible. To the i...

A bright smile beams on my face when I see him. “Hello mister Faron. I’m a big fan of yours. I can’t believe I’m actually seeing you here.”

My friend and I always imagined meeting him someday, but not like this of course. We imagined meeting him the day one of us became a famous journalist. Whoever became so lucky to interview a famous author such as him, was required to introduce him to the othe...