I never understood why I overshare the way I do. The way I can’t seem to keep my mouth closed; Words just exploding out of me from the deepest parts of my soul. Words I long to tell someone, someone who is willing to listen long enough. I never understood why I always chose the wrong people to confide in, the ones who claim they love me, only want to hurt me. From family, to friends, and back to f...

Hello, my name is Cynthia Adams, and this is my side of the incident that occurred on August 14th, 2012. It was the summer right before my Freshman year of college. The excitement ate me alive as I packed my bags to leave home, and chase the life I had always dreamed of living. My goals were set in stone, I didn’t plan to stray away from the ideas I created in my own head. My life would be perfect...

Mark was an average Joe. He was in his mid-thirties living in Jonesboro, Arkansas. He never really got out much. He generally felt lonesomeness clawing at him. He worked at a small movie store, his pay wasn’t astounding, but it was an appreciable amount. His apartment was located in the “not so nice” part of town, which isn’t saying much, considering the town he lived in is extremely underprivileg...