“O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree! How lovely are thy branches…” My kidnapper sang as he sliced off my brothers arm to add to the tree, as he cried out. My father had lost his legs and his arms, and my mother the same, though her head was the star. My father weeped as he looked at his wife. My arms and legs were complete, tho not for long.
“Not only green in summer’s heat, but also winter’s sno...
Some people, when faced with certain doom, would think; ‘If these are my last moments, let them be the best.’
Facing a pack of hungry wolves in the middle of nowhere, I did not relate to that. All I was thinking was— “OH MY FREAKING AGHHHHHHHHH—-“
Yeah. Pretty much a slightly different quote from Magnus Chase, who died.
I did NOT want to be like Magnus Chase.
Unfortunately, I would die at the han...
I flicked on a camera, as my stream began. In an instant, hundreds of thousands of my followers came flooding in, excited. What they didn’t expect was the stream to be on a roof, on a phone camera. I began to speak.
“You know, I thought the devil was a horned creature, with a silver tongue. One who all despised. In reality, the devil was people. They kill. They hurt. They laze. They—“ I cut off, ...
Before I begin, I’d like to say I’m not ashamed in any way.
They deserved it, and it’s done wonders for the restaurant I’m a head chef in.
Allow me to explain.
About a month ago, my sister, my wonderful, wonderful sister, was kidnapped.
We were called by the kidnapper with a ransom of 3,000,000 dollars.
We didn’t have the money, so obviously, as a kidnapper would do, he sent us a video of him sh...
Deep.
Deep.
Deep.
That was all I could think as water swirled around me. My lungs felt like exploding.
I had already surrendered on flailing a few seconds ago, settling for floating.
Down.
Down.
Down.
I couldn’t see anything anymore. No light, no laughing faces as my campmates thought I was a breath-holding champion, nothing.
I had boastfully claimed that I could swim back up with a brick tied t...
I have one more story of this, so I made one more entry//
I really want to be a writer!
Like J.R.R Tolkien, or Rick Riordan!
Making stories is so much fun…
My friend said my stories are great!
It’s only 11,000 characters… Well, I mean, not including spaces!
Yay! I’m a writer!!
I’d love to be a writer.
One who opens worlds for others.
Someone who makes universes out of words is who I want to be...
I really want to be an Architect!
The buildings are so beautiful.
I want to make my own!
My classmate said girls can’t be Architects. They can only be princesses.
Is that true?
Why can’t I make my own pretty buildings?
I want to be an Architect.
I want to build the biggest tower in the world right here in Bicol!
I’m going to make my whole family houses!
My teacher said I’m too ambitious.
Why c...
A man was in the rain in front of my house.
I never saw him in my neighborhood, so I called out to him.
“How can I help you, sir?”
He looked up at me, and I saw his face.
It had been covered with a cloth from the mouth down, and his head was irregularly shaped.
His eyes were dull, shaped similarly to a moon.
Except, of course, the moon had no light on it, and was significantly darker.
I felt a...
*This is my first ever poem :)
When does a lover become a fighter?
When does joy become grief?
When does love become hatred?
When does anger become acceptance?
When does a man mature?
Is it when he first works,
Or is it when he takes responsibility of faults?
When does he truly grow?
When does a boy, full of hatred and grief, become a man?
When does a man realize the mistakes made to him?
When ...
Lilith Greengrass was a young girl, just like many of you. She had dreams; she had goals. Everyday she would help her father, Jason Greengrass, at the farm they owned. Everyday, she would pluck the weeds, check the crops, water the crops, feed the cows, feed the chickens, and more. But every time she did, her father would warn her sternly. “Do not venture past the fence line— I will take care of t...