It started with the rain. My worst enemy. And yet my greatest power. But I was still drowning as I watched it through the bar window.

“Captain!”

Spoons burst through the door. He was soaked through and yet he carried an umbrella. He spotted me and stole my drink.

I dodged the splatters of water. “Are you just here to steal my whiskey?”

“Sorry, Captain.” He set down the empty cup. “The...

I often find myself sitting in the corner of the room, staring into the dusky black abyss. I wonder why no matter how hard I try, how much I want, I can not fit in.

I’m an outcast. The kid that sits at the table in the back of the cafeteria because nobody else wants to.

My only reason on this god-forsaken universe is to be of help to others.

I sometimes walk on the side of the road and think ...

Former child star Olympic swimmer

Not very bright at school bullied for his looks like a mole a possible disfigurement. lost his older brother stabbed for his mobile.

One day snapped and killed his brothers killer.

Sent to juvenile instuite.

Mother single was a secretly who dotted on her only son to become great.

Took up swimming and was playing for the leagues.

When on holiday he had a accide...

“No one is born EVIL.

It’s inflicted on them by the world, there experience make them twist up, experiences make people stiffen up like planks of wood, experiences make people see the world with fresh eyes.

So Judge, no one begins evil, life makes even the sweetest people turn.

That’s what happened to me. Sorry if this sounds attention seeking but the world wasn’t fair on me.

Oh how? HOW WASN’T...

She was almost nothing now.

After years of his abuse she felt none of her old self in her body.

Who am I?

What do I like?

What do I want?

These were questions she no longer had answers for. Her mind only flooded with what his answers might be.

(Who am I?)

Insecure and useless.

(What do I like?)

Only what he allows me too.

(What do I want?)

To not make him angry.

She was a shell that...

Some say evil is a choice. Something one does just for the thrill of it.

But I see it a bit differently.

I think it's a decision other people make for you. They push you and pull you until you ultimately snap.

And then they wonder what went wrong.

'Oh, how did a such a sweet, innocent child end up like this?' they wail, willingly ignorant to the hand they played in this story. Blind to the fact th...

Neglected.

Unprotected.

Not being believed.

Chin up’d.

Shut up.

Unable to grieve.

Silenced.

Violenced.

Pressed to the wall.

Rushed.

Crushed.

Must run, can’t crawl.

If you want to know how a villain is born,

Ask them how often they chose their own verbs....

I skip down the sidewalk with my fathers hand in mine, towards the ice cream shop, just like every Sunday. He calls it ‘ Sundae Sunday! ’ it’s the highlight of my week. And I think he enjoys it too. He says he enjoys anything with me. “Hello Adria, what can I get for you today?” I look up to see Barry, the ice cream guy, looking at me. He’s smiling the same smile as last Sunday. He’s a plump old m...

I wasn’t born evil.

I wasn’t even born bad or wrong or any of those other things that you associate with the villain of the story.

My parents weren’t bad people, quite the opposite in fact. They brought me up well and taught me the difference between right and wrong, and the importance of being good. But they would also remind me, now and then, that there was always a choice, and sometimes, some...

I wasn’t always the villain. But I was never the hero….and I’m never going to be.

I tried to stay strong, I tried to be brave, but trying and hopping can only get you so far, especially when you were ten. I knew that night that if I was to stay any longer my dad would kill me. As I laid there trying to catch my breath, hoping the pain would subside I realized no hero was coming to help me. I wou...