"Daddy, I need you." She cried with a torrent of tears. "Daddy, where are you?! I'm so hungry!" But there was no father to provide her with food to eat. No one to give her something that would satisfy the intense pangs of hunger she felt. For he was wasting away the only money they had left, the only money he had to buy food for his little girl.

"Daddy, I need you!" The little girl cried once again. "Mommy's sick, she needs the doctor." But there was no father to help his wife when she was sick. No one to buy medicine for the poor, miserable spouse of his. For Daddy, whom the wife and daughter needed so badly, was at the casino quickly gambling away what little money he had left.

"Daddy, I need you!" Once again the plaintive cry was heard. "Mommy's dead, oh Daddy, where are you?" But there was no husband there attend the poor woman's funeral. No father to comfort his tearful daughter. For daddy, with little thought of his deceased wife, was having the time of his life with some of the village prostitutes.

"Daddy, I need you." She screamed at the top of her voice. "He's coming... for me! Help!" But there was no loving father to come to the rescue. No one to pull her from the grasp of the cruel man and say, "NO!" For daddy, the only one who could protect her, was himself doing the same thing to other girls in the village.

"Daddy, I need you." The teenager broken-heartedly sobbed. "Daddy, why could you have let this happen to me, when I needed you the most?" There was no father to help his girl out of her depression. No one to stop the knife in its course as it glided over her wrists that night. No one to hold her and tell her that she should stay. For her father, who had let her down all these years, was now mugging someone in a street corner far, far away...

Weeping willow, under your boughs, I pour my deepest sorrows and secrets. Weeping willow, only you understand, My heartaches and desperation.

You too weep day after night, Pouring your sorrow down forever. You share my heartbreak, my woe, That I cannot tell to human ears.

Weeping willow, you're just like me. You're my best friend, Although not a human friend have i. Weeping willow, thanks for always being there.

Dear Lia,

How are you? Having a good time in Mars? I apologize for not communicating with you sooner. Almost as soon as you moved, I joined a resistance band begging for human rights and protesting on the street. But of course the authorities were not happy with that, and soon took away all my technology.

After that, I started a secret band campaigning for freedom- in private. But soon enough, through their lip reading satellites, and extremely good artificial intelligence, the government caught up with me again and sent me to a camp where political criminals were held before being transported to mercury.

By the way, I really wish I could have gone to Mars to be with you (everything seems to be better, more peaceful, and less dictatorial on that planet) but the government also took away my flying spacecar early on in my campaigning career. I didn't have enough money and was not allowed to buy a new one.

Back to the subject, when I was still in the internment camp, Gogla B, an extremely deadly virus, started going around. (I hear it was released by the government to control the population.) It killed almost 65% of those who got it, and had an extremely high infection rate, so of course there was chaos everywhere.

Amidst all the confusion I was able to sneak out of the city and escape to the wild zone. When I first had this idea of leaving the “human zone” to go into the “wild zone”, I was afraid the authorities would find and capture me, (as you probably remember, the wild zone is for animals and nature only, no humans allowed.) But on the way out, I was able to sneak a satellite evasion tool, and have carried it with me ever since.

And so I have lived undercover here in the wild zone for a few years now, exploring the forest, foraging for food at and spending my days either in the nights or in the empty wolf den I have claimed as my home. Out here it is so peaceful, so different than the block cities everyone is supposed to live in. Instead of concrete everything, there is lush green meadows and majestic forests.

I mean, there's no people out here also, which is kind of nice. There's no nasty government who thinks they have the right to tell me what I can and can't say. I miss some of my friends from the cities, but I have made "friends" with some of the wild creatures around here. One of my “best friends” is an orphaned fawn I rescued who always stays by my side and even sleeps with me.

The wolves and bears around here are friendly, having lived without fear of humans for decades now. I don't have to live in fear of being eaten alive. And there is an abundance of squirrels and other small animals here in the forest, which supply more than enough food for the larger animals.

All those small animals make up much of my menu, too. I made a primitive bow and arrow and I'm able to shoot them and roast them over the fire. Mixed mixed with roots and herbs that I am able to find out here in the wild zone, they actually taste pretty good. Or at least better than the awful "environmentally safe" food we had in the cities.

I write novels out here as well, and I don't have much paper, as you can see, but I have birch bark on which to write and blueberries juice which substitutes for ink. It works pretty well actually. I almost feel like I'm going back in time and living the life our ancient ancestors were used to. But it's still better than the horrible cities or the prison camp in Mercury where I could burn to death.

Anyway, yesterday as I was exploring the forest, I discovered this letter sending machine deep in the wild zone presumably coming from a spaceplane wreckage nearby. And so I decided to send you this letter.

Please respond as soon as you can and give me the latest details on what is happening in Mars.

Your Friend, Viv

I know this story is overly dramatic so if it is offensive to you, just keep it to yourself pls

The shattered glass and broken furniture in the apartment gave the impression that a tornado had passed through, but it was actually something much worse.

"Ring ring ring" Oliver's phone began buzzing as he sat in his girlfriend's apartment, eating. "Oliver," the voice said, "I'm just letting you know that I don't want to be with you anymore. I've gotten back together with Mason. Take your things and leave my apartment."

At this he flew into a rage. Taking a mirror, he smashed it to the ground. Why did everyone have to leave him like this? Was he not good enough? Well, his cheating girlfriend would get what she deserved, he thought as he brought a beautiful piece of arkwork crashing to the floor.

With exclamations of rage and fury he began crashing every mirror, picture, and piece of furniture in the room all into one heap of destruction, not stopping until he had finished the destroying the entire apartment.

Thirty minutes later, and he stood in the middle of the apartment, a smile of satisfaction creeping across his broad face. But he was angry no longer. He felt a totally different emotion now. He was numb... broken.

Feeling nothing any longer, he walked into his former bedroom, gathered his few things, and disappeared out the door into the gathering dusk.

As he walked along and the brisk air touched his cheeks, he began to think. What was wrong with him? Was he unlovable? It was bad enough that his parents had thrown him out of the house when he turned eighteen. Now, he had experienced the pain of betrayal what, 10 times? Why couldn't he have his happily ever after? Why must every girl leave him for someone else?

No, he was too messed up to have a happy life, he thought. And why must he live a horrible and miserable existence? He decided, he would not. Racing to the bridge right ahead, he climbed the railing and plunged in. There would be no happy endings for him.

One day every year,

"Out of order day" They call it.

The poor are made rich,

Turned powerful to rule to world.

Millionaires must live on the streets.

Living lives they so despise.

And the ones they once oppressed,

Are now seeking revenge.

On this out of order day.

Inmates are the enforcers of law,

Police and firefighters in jail.

They can do just as they please,

To those who abused them before.

Mayhem and disorder follow.

Homes are destroyed,

Houses are burned down,

People are murdered,

By the formerly oppressed

Suddenly turned powerful.

On this out of order holiday.

Nature originally made it,

To walk in the shoes of others.

But didn't count on those,

Made poor by the greed of others

Seeking retribution,

On this out of order day.

Sitting down at her desk, Alexia reached for a piece of paper and a pen, and wrote "Hey guys. I'm sorry I have to leave you this way. But life is just too hard. I'm tired of trying to fight. I'm tired of trying to live. Bye-Forever."

Leaving the note on her desk, she pulled on her running shoes and announced that she was going on a run. As she ran, she began contemplating the decision. She could still turn around and go back home. But at home there was her uncle, her mom, and her older brother. Her uncle, oh, she would be glad to leave him. He had abused her since she was a little girl. Her mom was an alcoholic who rarely ever stayed sober. Her brother was always at some friends house, never really involved in her life. No, she could care less about leaving them.

Although she didn't care about leaving everyone else, she did care about leaving Adam. He was the only person that seemed to care about her. She loved him with all her heart. But as much as she loved him, she realized she had to leave him. She knew that all her problems would be too much for him to handle, if she should decide to spill them all to him. She couldn't take life any longer, she decided.

The real reason she left the note was for him. She was still running when the thought hit her, "what if nobody shows Adam the note?" So, she decided to text him and tell him goodbye. "Bye Adam," she said. "I love you and I'm so sorry I have to leave you this way. But I just can't take it anymore." And with that she shoved her phone back into her pocket, turning the notifications off. She didn't want anything happening that would make her change her mind.

Reaching the bridge at last, and standing on the railing and looking into the swirling depths below, she could not help but feel a tiny sense of fear. But pushing that feeling down deep inside of her, she began climbing the railing. She braced herself for the final leap, "one, two---" she felt strong arms grab her, pull her off the railing, and envelope her into an embrace. Sobbing, she looked up into the frightened face of her boyfriend. “Alexia, please don't leave me, ” He muttered. “It kills me to see you like this.” Sobbing even harder, she buried her head in his shoulder and whispered “I love you, Adam.”

I dream to be with you, oh I wish and I hope, Someday, soon, to fly in the starry sky with you. I'll leave a sparkle wherever you shall take me, And remain in love with you when we reach the stars.

Dear Diary,

Emma Bernhardt. The least popular girl in our school. She is bullied and made fun of all the time. And to be honest, I used to make fun of her as well. But ever since that time when the prank played on her got flipped, (do you remember when Emerson fell and broke his arm, and she, instead of making fun of him, as he so often did to her, actually went over and helped him. And then when he made fun of her again but somehow that didn't stop her from helping him?) well, I've admired her ever since. I've admired her strong will and extremely patient character.

Recently, I, the popular guy, started dating the joke of the school. I've spent more time with her than I've ever spent with any of my previous girlfriends. Just today I took her to an icecream shop, and right after we had ordered our sundaes and sat down to eat, Emerson walked in. He ordered a sundae and started walking out the door, but he tripped, fell, and his icecream went smashing to the ground.

My girlfriend, Emma, ran over, helped him clean the mess, and ordered him another icecream out of her own pocket. As I saw her walking back to our table, her long red curls fluttering in the wind and framing her short frame, a crooked smile on her face, I began to realize- I love her! I am the first person to see her as she truly is. Yes, she may be short. She may not have the perfect teeth, her wild red hair may look ugly to some. But in her, all I see is beauty. Her inner character shines out of her and fills her entirely just as the sun fills the earth. And where others see nothing but unsightly boulders, I've- I've found a jewel!

-Camden

If I didn’t have you in my life, I would be so very weak. I wouldn't have strength to fight, Under circumstances bleak.

And without you in my life, I would forever remain alone. I’d wander why I must live, Crying tears unknown.

For without you in my life, I'd be lost so hopelessly. Life would be like a dry desert, As I wandered by the sea.

Cuz without you in my life, Why should I even live? Since you are my all in all, How could I ever try to live?

I'm so glad I have you, In my life today and forever. You always carry me through. And give up on me- you'll never.