Everything has a story. The tiniest scratch. The largest scar. The most random birth mark. Just like any part of a living thing has a story, every inanimate object has a story too.

My white, dusty wardrobe has a life of its own. It swallows any item of clothing it can, feeding off of worn jumpers, unused t-shirts, my favourite jeans. It swallows shoes of every kind: old trainers, their once whit...

Forever I dreamed of having the perfect life. The perfect wife, the perfect job, the perfect house: a perfect, happy family who I could rely on. Never did I realise my life would completely change after gaining what I had always wanted; never did I think it would be the cause of my life’s destruction.

My wife, Sarah, the one and only light in my life. Until she was the one who diminished it. The o...

many stories are written,

about the unrealistic concept of magic,

but i believe it appears in a different form,

one which is more sentimental and easy to believe.

it is felt when a loved one is near,

when they’re holding you close and comforting you in the dark,

it is felt when you think everything has gone,

but a tiny glimmer of hope appears in you to help you carry on,

it is felt when you feel p...

Nothing feels real anymore. Everything I do ends up in me being hurt, and destroyed with whatever mistake I made that time. Because there’s always at least one thing I did wrong to make me feel this much pain.

Usually, it’s little things like having an argument with a close friend, or falling over and having a small cut on my leg. Other times it’s more severe; like this time, for instance. Even t...

Ironically, this was the place I first began thinking I was safe. In the comfort of my friend’s basement, continuously playing video games until we couldn’t keep our eyes open anymore. I can’t keep my eyes open now either. But that’s for a totally different reason.

There’s currently three open wounds on my face, bleeding onto my clothes. The scent of the deceased lingers in the air, and I face t...

Death comes sooner than you think. It’s an inevitable bolt of lightning that strikes you when you least expect it. At least, that was the case with me. I found that out sooner rather than later.

My life used to be enjoyable; full of never-ending surprises that would fill even the most unfortunate person with joy. It was a rollercoaster with many twists and turns, making my life more difficult th...

Together we stand,

Standing proudly side by side,

Always, forever,

Holding each other closely,

Never, not once, letting go.

...

It was the thing she said she could never live without; the thing she always had with her, wrapped in a worn, rotten blanket she described as ‘beautiful’. Whenever she looked for comfort, she would reveal the gift that lay underneath the wrapping paper, the treasure hidden inside the chest, the joy found from a surprise: her one and only possession she could say was special.

The damaged cover, a...