DIARY OF IVY JAMES

September 5th

First day of high school. Yay.

Another building, same stares.

Everyone’s still talking. They don’t say it loud, but I can hear it anyway. That’s the girl whose house caught fire. That’s the girl whose mom never came back.

I want to scream. Or disappear. Maybe both.

Sat by myself at lunch. Not that I expected anything else.

DIARY OF EZRA MOON

September 5th

Sa...

Three hearts turned like leaves in restless wind—

Alex, who watched with quiet grace,

Jordan, torn between the past and present,

And Taylor, haunted by a love not erased.

Alex reached with soft, unfolding trust,

While Jordan’s gaze flickered—caught in-between,

Drawn to Taylor’s wildfire past,

Yet warmed by Alex’s gentle routine.

Taylor stood still, lips sealed in pride,

But longing threaded ever...

Life is like a sharp stick it pokes you when you’re not looking, and sometimes it hurts more than you think it should.

That’s how it felt the day my best friend moved away.

One minute, we were talking about the latest video game, and the next, he was telling me his family was packing up and leaving by the end of the week. Just like that. No warning. No time to do all the things we always said we...

The house at the end of the street had always been weird. It was big and old, with vines crawling up the sides and boards nailed across all the windows. No one ever went near it, and most people pretended it wasn’t even there. Some kids at school said it was haunted. Others said a man went crazy and disappeared inside years ago. I didn’t believe any of that… not really.

But today, something felt ...

As Mia stood at the edge of the forest, she felt a strange calm settle over her though the place was anything but quiet. Leaves rustled, birds called, and the wind whispered secrets only the trees could understand. She took a deep breath, clutching the old lamp her grandmother gave her. It was dusty and plain, but Mia knew it held more than light. Something about it felt magical almost like it hel...