She didn't look up from the cracks in the sidewalk, nor did she turn down her street to go home. Instead, she just kept walking. She didn't have a particular destination in mind, but that was the upside of being the forgotten one. Or the ignored one, if you prefer. She had time to figure it out.

Nobody would stop her; nobody would be looking for her. They would just leave her be. In a few days o...

There really wasn’t enough time to hang around after the job was done. Cheyenne had just rounded the corner before the first siren sounded, and her black sweats were making a swishing noise as the sheen pant legs rubbed together at a much faster than usual, faster than on her morning walks. The noise was lost on her, she didn’t hear much of anything, only focused on what she could see ahead of her...

I want to hide in the shadows it’s what I am be a ghost where simply no body knows me.

I’m the assassin of the night everybody fears me. I live of the grid anonymous unregistered.

Difference, no friends no connections just to walk away from my life it’s freedom.

Human contact is a slave slavery to emotion and authority. I’m a boss above everybody else. I owe nothing to anybody. I vanished into th...

She stepped over the cracked pavement, her sneakers barely making a sound as she walked, eyes fixed on the ground. The houses around her were all the same: faded, peeling, and suffocating in their sameness. She didn’t glance at them anymore, didn’t let herself see the worn-out fences or the dirty yards. She had stopped caring a long time ago. The noise in her head was louder than any argument she ...

Every day felt as heavy as the previous one, her body feeling heavier, weaker, the cane she was using to walk looked worse every day, always more used, the tip becoming dirty and the gems on top of it always hazy because of how she held it. Her eyelids were closing on her way to her house, the cracked pavement was such a eyesore to her and she couldn't do anything, it had been cracked for 52 days,...

Just keep walking

And talking

Straight and

Not dead

But alive

To thrive

Survive

Keep walking

No stopping

Straight

Quick gate

Don’t hesitate

Or wait

Just

Keep

Walking...

She didn't look up from the cracks in the sidewalk, nor did she turn down her street to go home. Instead, she just kept walking.

This town had nothing for her anymore. Promises of a better tomorrow were but dust in the wind, and all the hopes she had for the home that could've been were a pipe dream. Tessa should've known better than to put all her eggs in one basket, but she couldn't be faulted...

I was living in Mainland, Ohio at the time during Winter. I was lonely, my parents despised me, and I had no siblings. I wanted to just go away-VANISH.

One day, I was walking home from school, and I thought, “Hey! Why don’t I just keep walking and vanish?” So, I didn’t look up from the cracks in the sidewalk, nor did I turn down my street to go home. Instead, I just kept walking.

I had some mo...

“Is it working?” I called out, directing my focus from my steady footsteps on the ground.

“No.” Beck said, diminishing even the tiniest hope lingering in my stretched heart.

“I told you this wouldn’t work.” Daniel said, dropping the final bomb. He buried himself deep into his hunting jacket.

Natasha tossed her caramel colored hair over her shoulder, “We have to be missing something.”

“Like bra...

She traced the crooked squares in her mind, counting each time she moved over one. 301, 302, 303….and so on. Her brain started frying by the time she made it to the thousands. Her feet felt ill, her eyes brought bags to carry, her face drooped like candle wax. The horror took place every grass she passed....