In her hand, she clutched a letter so tightly her knuckles turned white and tears welled up in her eyes. The letter read, "I hope you know, I will always choose, you."

She took a pause. Her breath stopped.

Polaroids were scattered across the table in front of her - each one captured him with another woman. It was obvious that they were more than just friends - the way he looked at her, the wa...

Stephie,

Good morning! I am writing this letter to let you know that I have found your ID on the bus. It seems that you're in a hurry. Let me know when you're available so I can give it back to you. Thank you!

N. Raymonds

Karen creased her forehead when she received a letter from her email. What's more suspicious is the name. She is not Stephie, but Karen. She shrugged her shoulders, not mindin...

Dear simple things in life,

Life does not revolve around you, but you make life to live for, to cherish, to ignore. The simplicity of the term simple, expands beyond the dimensions of complexity and comprehension….

The dawn of leaves,

the petals in bloom

leading to rot,

the current of wind

binding nature to its current..

the momentary glimpses.

a change in the air

before its gone.

“Beautiful...

I'm sorry.

If you're reading this, I'm dead.

I should've told you sooner.

I shouldn't have told you so late either.

But alas, we can never escape fate. And nor can we escape reality.

Don't listen to the voices. They're lying to you. You cannot trust a single soul, with your mind, your heart, or you're trust.

The only way out is to listen to the wind....

Instead of finding Adam in his room, I found a letter, neatly tucked in one of his favorite books. He usually read after school, sitting there in the bay window. The sun shone in neatly, illuminating the book and the envelope as if some divine sign. I sat and pulled the paper from the pages, smirking. Adam was always playing tricks like this on us; hiding, running, seeking to be found. The psychia...

I wish you would go away.

There. I said it.

I wish you would go away,

Never come back.

I wouldn’t have an excuse to step out of class

I wouldn’t have a free invitation to rest in the nurse’s whenever

I wouldn’t have the quiet, solace, dim room I always longed for, even when you weren’t killing me.

But I wouldn’t have the pain.

The disorienting, nauseating pain

The spots I have to now learn to d...

Raina,

I shouldn’t have fallen in love with you.

It’s been a week since the incident, and all I can think about it how much your friends miss you. How ignorant and stupid it was for me to let you out of my grasp, and I kick myself everyday for watching your body crisp and shrivel around the fire of my guilt. My mother’s house I had dropped a matchstick in, and let everything I’ve ever regrette...

The Letter Came on Tuesday
No stamp. No seal. No name.
Just five words, in crooked ink:
“I know what you did.”

He laughed. At first.
Nervous, hollow like footsteps in an empty house.
He burned the letter.
Watched the smoke twist,
Like it might whisper back.

By Thursday,
He’d unscrewed every bulb in the hallway.
Replaced his locks.
Pulled the curtains shut so tight
the sun filed a missing person’s ...

Dear Pollyanna, it’s ok love followed by her dad’s familiar scrawl.

Wanting to understand, Mary turned the notepad sheet in her hands. Moll was searching for food in her dad’s fridge while Chet checked upstairs. The old notepad was her late mother’s, a photo of the twins as toddlers and alphabet blocks bordered the lined page. Again, Mary checked her online calendar.

“Nothing up here Mom,” Ch...

Dear T,

I only became friends with you this year, but dang- you destroyed me. You didn’t mean to. I know you didn’t. You still act like my friend, and that’s far worse than the ghosting you’ve been doing just the same. This year, I’ve questioned my friendship with you a multitude of times; it’s not even funny. And yet, I always manage to walk over to you, try to talk to you- even though you shut ...