Stan was in the make-shift media center at the center. Debra had arranged his wheelchair so Josie could frame the shot with her one good hand. The laptop screen displayed the rule-of-thirds grid she had been teaching the media club for 2 months. She waited to see if Josie would recall the hundreds of repetitions and exercises they had done to acquire this skill. Josie looked at her and signed "rea...

My fingers adjust on the wooden handle.

My breath hitches but is hot.

I will not tolerate a life I do not deserve!

I won’t let you take it from me.

Nobody will care about your disappearance.

They’ll say a quick, “oh, what a shame,” and move on.

Inconsiderate people take up space that’s needed. You’re a waste.

If you didn’t want the job, you shouldn’t have taken the **fucking** job.

Now peopl...

I think this winterfest will be the best because I think Santa will give me a kiss on the cheek on December 25th at 328am because I like Santa. I want Santa to enter my present sack as I want some presents in my sack. I want to enter Santa's sack so that I can steal presents like the grinch.

I love winterfest...

Some people crave nicotine.

Others, tabacco.

Fruit.

Hot wings.

I crave intimacy.

Not sex.

I crave my fingers digging into your open stomach.

I can taste it—smell it.

I wonder, will the warmth of your blood comfort me?

It’s beautiful, how alike we are.

I can’t stand how fucking shallow our generation is.

Let me show you what love is.

Let me show you how much I’ve devoted myself to you. It’s not...

I was Kaeleb Edwardson, I was a freshman at Seacliff High School, Seacliff was filled with all the usual stuff, arrogant teachers, nerdy kids, jocks, and cheerleaders, then at the center of it was me, as I snapped out of my daze, I stopped dousing "a word which means to put out with water)"Kaleleb Edwardson to the Principal's office", I annoyingly thought "Now?", and as if by magic, a male voice...

“Goodnight Dakota,” you tease through the connecting bathroom door knowing I can’t help but call after you.

Dear god, I would rip you apart.

I adore you.

I’m crying and running my hands through my hair.

I’m shutting you out because I know it’s starting to show, my feelings about you. I know you notice. You miss me getting flustered over you. Now that I’m pretending not to want you, you miss yo...

The sun dipped low over the rugged hills of New Zealand’s North Island, painting the sky in shades of crimson and orange. But for Jack Holloway, the breathtaking view was lost in the haze of his meticulously laid plans. He stood on the porch of his secluded farmhouse, his mind racing as he gazed into the dense bushland that surrounded him like a shroud. To an unsuspecting observer, he was just a s...

**“Murder is not about lust and it’s not about violence. It’s about possession.” - Ted Bundy**

“I’ve been mistaken. See, I can admit when I’m wrong. That’s right, I’m back. You should be fairly familiar with me now. Right? You do remember me, right? You know, the guy with the tackle box.”

“Yeah. You remember me.”

“That quote that I read to you when you came in, that’s my inspiration. You could...

You?

I spent the past five months planning what I am going to do to you. I hate your voice. That’s what has to go first. I don’t want to damage your neck. I hate dosing people. It’s not entertaining. Actually, bruising might be a good additional color to your neck. Let’s snap it. Voice gone and some added color. Good thinking.

I hate your hands. You held my hands with them and then you held hers...

Adam and Melody has just finished their dinner, it was their 1 year anniversary of dating. It was nothing special, but Adam still tried his best to prepare a good meal with the money they had in their joint bank account. Whether it was dollar store candles and microwavable cans of soup or a 5 star restaurant, it meant the same to Melody. She knew that Adam was doing his best and frankly, it was be...