I rubbed my wrists. The chafing from the handcuffs was unbearable. It was almost better when they were still on, where at least the pressure was even.

“Nearly to the exit” I muttered.

I knew this was cheesey and like a cliche book scene but talking to myself, contrary to popular belief, was the only way I could keep sane when I had been held hostage.

I jumped. The sound pf rushed footsteps could ...

“No!”

“Really”

“Absolutely not!”

Cries filled the air. Outrage rang in the streets.

“Awesome!”

“Finally”

“Yes!”

Conflicting shouts of excitement filled the ears of confused passerby who had not yet heard the news.

A paperboy was handing the daily edition out with alarming speed.

“Come on folks!” He cried out, as though he were in New York eighty years prior, “hear the ridiculous news! Top story of...

Lavender awoke in a room that was not where she had fallen asleep. It was stange and startling. Though somehow, she thought, oddly familiar though she had never seen it before, at least not with her own eyes. Her minds eye though, felt right at home, for this was the room that she had been envisioning since the age of nine. The room was the perfect blend of soft lavender and white with the occasio...

The Ghevak library was, well, brown. Brown inside and out. Brown brick outside, brown carpet inside, brown tinted windows from all the dirt swept up onto them by the frequent tornados and the gardener Henry, straight in the middle. But despite all the burnt, bright, bubbly but balanced brown shades, I loved the place. Loved. But now I’m not so sure. The Ghevak library was named after Mr. Aldin Ghe...