The eager child ran through the streets, holding on to his cap lest it get blown away by the fierce west wind. It was happening! It was true!

Crowds of people began to thicken as he neared his viewpoint at the top of a tall building. Huffing and puffing, he ran up the steps. Finally! Smiling, he went to the edge of the gated rooftop and gazed into the massive expanse of the sky.

People were cou...

“Yes. I’ve told you this more than once.”

“You didn’t give me a chance to-“

“Did I not tell you about second chances? As if you’re 7 years old, my gosh.”

“Don’t you realize, though-“

“Do not speak unless I tell you! Now, all niceties aside, we shall begin. I see you’re raising your hand. Good. What would u like to say? And if it has anything to do with backing out, I’m sorry, there’s nothing that ...

Hmmm…..even the notes themselves are chicken scratch, not to mention the title. I look out among the people: man, woman, child, and in some cases dog. I clear my throat and decide on a few choice words to begin a speech that hopefully will not end in my slaughter by thousands of angry villagers.

To be clear, I have no idea where I am. I ended up in this 1800’s-like village by accident, and honest...

So there I was. In bed. My mind making a valiant effort to help my body get up (“you’re gonna be late, you know Boss hates that, especially if he didn’t have his coffee this morning….), and the rest of me just refusing (*yawn*). Eventually my eyes began to close of their own accord, despite the rational part of me desperately seeking escape from the comforts of sleep (“the bus stop is just two fee...

The day it happened, deep down, he knew,

It may never come, the forgiveness. True,

He had asked, she had laughed, “Of course I do!”

But then why was she suddenly nowhere to be found?

Just to be sure, he inquired once more:

“I am really sorry. Is this behind us? No more?”

“What do you mean? The incident with the door?

Psh”, she said, “I’d forgotten it already.”

But, he wondered, as he walked back...

“…..Hunt down the traitors, and bring them back to me alive,” the general hissed in a dangerously low voice. He looked at each of us in turn, boring holes with his razor sharp eyes to ensure his message had reached its destination. Finally, after a few uncomfortably quiet moments, he turned to the direction of his tent and left us there, shell-shocked from the highly crucial information we were no...

I feel like an ever growing pit of anger, my mind never satisfied with the amount of the toxic emotion it can fit into there.

I turn over on my side, more aggressively than a sleeping person would have. Why? Why is it that all this happens to ME? I have to be the one to deal with the worst class on the school, I have to be the one parents call up, yelling and cursing at me the whole way through,...