When Lana first told me that she liked to keep souvenirs from the dates that she had been on. I thought it was sweet. After every date she spoke about how proud she was of her new item, without ever specifying what it was.

I had never seen her go on a second date, for some reason. She only ever spent one evening with a man and never I'd never hear her speak about him again.

For that reason, my cu...

Birds circled overhead. I was scared. More scared than I ever had been. I could still see my father's ship sinking in the distance; I don't know how or why it happened. This was supposed to be a nice family cruise, our father had convinced me to go with him but in the middle of the afternoon, something hit the ship, we don't know what it was. It was going down so fast, we didn't have any lifeboats...

It was getting cold. A thin cloud of mist hovered over the dirt path that lead to the stone gate harbouring an old wooden shield on wich washed away letters were engraved: 'Graveyard of the forgotten souls'. It wasn't immense nor grandiose nor particularly decorative, this graveyard, simple stone graves were scattered across the valley as if the deceased had been hazardously tossed upon the cemet...

It was a calm night. The bright full moon was flawlessly reflecting on the unmoving surface of the Baltic Sea. The soft breeze carried a salty smell through the cold dense fog that slowly floted over the ocean surface making it seem like an ocean of clouds.

Many had tried to warn the fisherman, they told him that paddling through the sea at this late hour would be too dangerous, that evil creatu...

The rain was dropping through the ceiling

A house beheld a happy family

Empty,forgotten not a singe living thing

Children played, adults laughed, nothing more lively

Before the paint had washed off of the walls

Little girls were playing with their dolls

Before the windows had shattered

from the kitchen once came joyful chatter

Before cracks broke through muddy floors

Children were running thr...

The music was loud. The people were loud. Disco lights danced over the rumbling crowd.

Everyone was delighted. Everyone except the supposed star of the show. My dress had been designed by a friend and I...

Leaving isn't easy. Everyone knows that. It's even so uneasy that people have been writing or making movies about it for decencies. I know many people who have had to leave someone they love, I've seen people cry hit and scream because of having to leave.

Yet what I was feeling now, standing in front of the airport check-in was far, far worse than I thought it would be.

She had forced me to let h...

Click- her breath is held in tight

click-the truth spills into light

Click- the waiting burning slow

Click- a look she'll never know

In tiny frames, the seconds freeze,

a love laid bare with trembling ease.

But in the end, just silence stays,

and empty frames of yesterday

Click- her heart beat skips a beat

click- the air is thick with heat

click-her fingers graze the past

click- too fragile fa...

Pretty. Isn't she? it's everything she ever hears, everything I've ever heard about her. So pretty that anywhere she goes, all eyes will be on her. So pretty that no man could ever speak to her without getting nervous. So pretty that I barely know a girl who hasn't said anything along the lines of 'I wish I looked more like her' 'she's so lucky to be this beautiful'. The only things that are alway...