You never hit me

Never yelled

Never even said a bad word

But you slept at the table

Mid meal

You slurred your words

I didn’t understand

You weren’t here

You were gone

You never hit me

Never yelled

Never even said a bad word

I was never afraid

Not of you

But yet you hurt me

Scarred me

Broke my soul

You are the person that

slept during meals

I didn’t know it

but you were drunk

You are also the...

Overpowering.

Unwavering .

Foolish .

Why do I still hold a flame?

Loving you …

I became forever changed,

And there is no use trying…

I’ll never be the same....

There was a girl,

Let's call her moxy

Her boyfriend was a serial killer,

Jack the ripper.

She was scared of him,

She thought she was going to die,

But in the end,

Moxy killed Jack the ripper...

Cassia flopped down on her bed next to her textbook and scrolls. Her tutor was making her write yet another history essay as punishment for not doing her schoolwork. She hadn't gotten much onto the page though; the topic bored her to death. She wanted to paint or draw or sculpt something, but her art supplies had been taken as another form of punishment from her parents. She had only written about...

“Ow!” I wince at the fangs sinking into my skin. I hear my boyfriend mutter a _sorry _through his clamped down mouth. A small gasp bursts through my lips as the blood drains from my neck. He rolls his eyes and digs his sharp fangs deeper into the soft side of my neck. The wound from last time he needed a feast is scabbed and apple red. After his last slurp of thick blood he retracts his fangs and ...

I’m in love with a killer. _My _killer.

Well, technically he hasn’t killed me yet, but he’s going to.

Kevin Rogers was contracted to kill me approximately two days, four hours, and fifty six minutes ago. I won’t tell you how I know this, because you shouldn’t be worrying about that. Though, you should be worrying about my love interests. I always fall for the bad guys.

A killer has been assigned...

I’ve had dreams involving you. Some sweet, some anxious. At night I catch myself talking to myself like you’re sitting right beside me. When reality hits, it hurts worse than yours

You were my best friend. I loved you, and I loved us. How did we get to where we are now? Did you always hate me? Did you think I was pathetic? Did I deserve all I was put through? Was it funny twisting me backwards un...

My puppeteer birthed me and

Pulls my strings because she loves me.

I’m her life

I’m her passion

I’m her purpose don’t you see?

So it’s only out of the deepest love that she has these plans for me.

When my puppeteer got pregnant at last she didn’t feel alone.

I’d be her mini-me to lean on.

At last a person she could own.

So she pulls my tired strings.

I try to keep her calm and proud.

B...

“You killed him,” Seira said weakly, feeling as if she might vomit _again._

“I did what I had to do,” Ten said harshly. She pulled Seira after her. “Come on. Are you going to throw up?”

“I—”

“Don’t do it off the roof. You never know who it’ll land on.”

Seira swallowed. “I’m fine.”

“Good.” Ten glanced back, and something in Seira’s face must have convinced her of the lie. She sighed. “We can stop u...

**_Chapter 5_**

_Ballari woke up in_ her bedroom with a clouded head that morning. It felt like the beginning of a headache.

But Ballari pushed that aside and looked around to see MISS looking at her with a distressed look on her face and the local town doctor, Dr. Habean, feeling the girl’s head with a cold hand.

When MISS saw that Ballari had awoken, she gasped. Ballari noticed that her eyes...