When I first met Estella everything changed. My mam had always waxed poetic about meeting my dad for the first time. Love at first sight, heavens opening, violin strings playing, my mother tended to lay it on thick but I figured some of it had to be true. With meeting the love of her life my mam got syntheses she could taste colors, hear the music of numbers. “My life cracked open and a million co...

“You’re a two,” the Spanish exchange student said to Ana as they stood outside of the college bar waiting for their other friends and deciding who would go on which car to the next bar. Ignacio was the exchange student’s name. He offered this rating with no context, they were not even speaking. Then he hopped on the passenger seat of the black jeep pickup truck.

Ana opened her eyes wide, trying t...

He was causally walking with his hands in his jean pockets and his brown shoes softly thumping on the concrete, but he seemed to be studying the pavement intensely as if for a test. The breeze was playfully tossing his sunlit, chestnut-brown hair, but he was so focused on unknown things that the breeze finally got frustrated and moved on to a more corporative playmate. After watching him from behi...

She was everything, Archer wanted. Kind. Compassionate. Every sense was open to her but, his heart as well.

She turned to him with a smile. Her eyes crinkled as she beckons him over. He can’t help but smile to her. The small creature in front of him- he loved.

It was just nerving seeing her aura and all the colours she had when in a particular mood. He never knew he had this ability! But her...

Life is bland.

I’ve never been able to smell bacon sizzling, a candle burn, or garlic bread, fresh out of the oven.

And because of my lack of smell, I’ve never really been able to taste much either. Which is really annoying. I’ve never tasted the Italian food my mom cooks which everyone raves about, or a birthday cake, or my vegetables, which is a bright side.

But yeah, life is just eh right ...

Pizza is my absolute favorite, but two large, hot, gooey slices of pepperoni sit untouched on my plate.

I push it away and yawn loudly for the umpteenth time today. My chair squeals when I stand. My parents look up at me oddly.

“Not hungry. Going to bed,” I mutter, eyelids already two-thirds shut. I’m not even sure I’ll make it up the stairs.

I slept fine last night. What is this crazy exhau...

It felt as I was in a dream and couldn’t wake up. The real question is, was it a dream or was this really happening. Had to even pinch myself to make sure this wasn’t a dream but it wasn’t. I was still standing there, right in front of James feeling as if I had unlocked some sense. Like a sense of feeling like I wasn’t numb anymore, that I could feel the love with him. So who was this James you sa...

Valentina and Anag sat on the roof of the rocket and stared out at the constellations and galaxies that made up outer space. In the many years in which they had traveled through the universe, they had never taken a moment to admire the beautiful, colorful stars amidst the black void of nothingness that made up the dark sky. Anag exchanged a silent glance at Valentina, but looked away shyly, his fa...

They say the eyes are the window to the soul…do you believe them?

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“WE ARE NEVER GOING TO BE ABLE TO FIX IT!!”

“Yes, we will.”

“HOW??”

I was close to tears. “We can’t lose someone else.” I grabbed my brother’s hand. “Jesse, I don’t know how much longer I can keep fighting it. I don’t know when tomorrow won’t be there.” I felt a warm, salty tear fall onto my hand. “Kat, don’t say...

When we kissed I felt danger. He was a bad boy and I was a good girl. Meeting was a disaster. Sometimes when we kissed I felt freedom but other times I felt danger. I thought it was just a feeling. Till I went to surprise him a day after this feeling of danger and I felt it again. I opened up the apartment to see him kissing a girl. I guess the sense of danger was right. I have learned to trust it...