Lost in this inverted world, i’m adrift,
My heart and mind in a constant rift.
The hard ground i once stood upon,
Has crumbled away, leaving me withdrawn.
I hang here, suspended in the air.
My world turned upside down.
In reality, i struggle to comprehend and love.
I feel a queasy unease,
As i cling onto this new existence with unease.
Everything i once knew has flipped and changed,
Leaving me ...
The perfect murder is done right, by someone smart. People on the… slower side tend to get caught. I sigh to myself. I hate sloppy people.
I mean, would it really have taken that much effort to put on some gloves and a hairnet, wipe away the blood spatter, incinerate the weapon and rearrange some crucial evidence? No, it wouldn’t have. But people get sloppy and leave things, things that get them...
People stuck in mazes often want to be rescued, but attempts to yank them out of position feels deeply overwhelming. “Make me do this tax form, please. You must. I need to have done it already.” But no one can enforce the change apart from the game player himself. A recalcitrant stand off between rebel and cooperative, he identifies with both sides too heavily to give up one....
There are a few things you can do after you murder someone.
1. You can repent.
2. You can turn yourself in.
3. You can wash your hands of their blood and scrub your clothes until they’re clean.
Jonas chose the latter. He locked himself in the bathroom and forced himself to come to terms with what he had just done.
_Murder._
The word didn’t seem to accurately describe it.
He took a life. With ...
regrets linger
I knew he was fading,
His light slowly dimming.
Yet my life kept me tethered,
My visits started skimming.
I long to see his smile again,
Hear his gentle voice.
Have one more conversation.
If only I had gone sooner,
Seen his face one last time.
Maybe even held his wrinkly hands.
Heard his voice, still sublime.
The regret weighs heavily,
It’s overwhelming
A burden i will always b...
Me : I found it outside my door.
Hooded Figure: What! when?
Me: This Morning.
The Hooded Figure walks a little closer to the bag. He steps out of the shadows just enough onto the light for us to observe slight details of the figure. Some Mala’s hang from the neck. There seems to be some kind of weapon it hides behind in the shadows that it holds.
Hooded Figure : DId you open it?
Me: No, a...
She could hear them coming. Their boots thundered against the cobblestone streets. The bustling crowd fell silent, straining their necks to catch the rhythm of grunts and hard leather. Then, she heard the screaming. A mother, carrying her newborn, fell to her knees at the sight of the soldiers strapped head to toe in weapons.
Maeve remembered thinking they looked like heroes: dashingly handsome a...
When i look in the mirror, i feel disgusted.
My chest tightens and i feel nauseous when i do.
I feel as if i look inhuman,
As if im an alien.
My long brown hair, my dark eyebags that i cant get rid of, my big thighs, and my ugly brown mole on my right cheek.
I’ve always thought it looked weird,
I’ve never been wrong either.
I probably do look weird.
This mirror that sits on this wall has seen e...
Kurt Weaver was always a peculiar boy. He never fit in anywhere. He was bullied on a regular basis. Nobody ever thought much of him. Just a dorky little boy that was going to die alone. But that changes tonight. October 31st, 2013. Kurt has reinvented himself. The new Kurt doesn’t take anything from anyone. And the new Kurt has a Mohawk. A pretty cool one, he would say. The old Kurt would never ha...
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