My name is the combination of two names I would always choose for myself when I played Pokémon Emerald on the Game Boy. I enjoy writing and I enjoy reading. I try to give honest feedback and would hope to receive the same. Thank you :)
My name is the combination of two names I would always choose for myself when I played Pokémon Emerald on the Game Boy. I enjoy writing and I enjoy reading. I try to give honest feedback and would hope to receive the same. Thank you :)
Eileen hid from the rain under the protection of the shaded hallways. She sat on the ground with tears in her eyes.
After searching for so long I finally found her.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She hugged her knees and shook her head
“No.” She whispered.
She was shivering.
I roll off my backpack and pull out a zip up from inside.
“Do you want my sweater?” I offered.
She glanced, but quickly shook her ...
For years I’ve had strange memories. They’re vivid and in my mind, but I feel as though they don’t belong to me.
Every night I stay awake. All I can do is sit and watch the images play before me.
As a young dropout, I’ve found that I have nothing else better to do with my time.
Today, I will find out who those memories truly belong to.
“Are you ready?” The frail woman standing before me asks.
I no...
I always loved snakes until I woke up with one in my bed.
I shouldn’t have looked through her phone, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was hiding something. For months, she had been acting strange. Hiding her phone every time I entered the room. I didn’t like it one bit.
I looked away from the glass screen, the messages were too painful to read anymore.
I glanced over at her.
She was sle...
At first, I excused his absence. He might be with his girlfriend or helping out Dad with work, yet, here they were. Sitting in the living room with me. Trying to brainstorm what in the world happened and where in the world is my brother.
I sat tightly close to Mom, she squeezed my hand and I turned to see tears streaming down her worried face.
Officer Lewis stood at the center of our grief.
“Do yo...