Haisley didn’t know whether she was in love.

Countless Saturdays at the library consisted of the soft scratching of pencil on lined notebook paper, the clack-clack-clacking of keyboard keys, the slight turning of musty textbook pages, and—once the ever-daunting submit button had finally been pressed— late-night chats filled with wide-eyed hopes and hushed fears and silly jokes.  It wasn’t long be...

### The Weight of Worry

Lucas stared blankly at his laptop screen, the blinking cursor on his essay mocking him with each silent pulse. He had been trying to write for hours, but the words wouldn't come. His mind was a foggy maze of half-formed thoughts, and every time he thought he found a way out, he hit another dead end. The anxiety sat in his chest like a rock, heavy and immovable.

Unable to...

Why don’t I feel anything?

What’s wrong with me?

Why doesn’t it hurt?

I stare, unblinking.

Someone nudges me.

I give a blank smile.

Like a dead fish in a water bowl.

Glassy eyed and without feeling.

What is this?

This dull ache within.

This small light shining

At the end of the tunnel.

“Rylee?”

I jump and run a hand through my hair.

“Yeah?”

I wipe my face and smile sadly again.

“Are you oka...

[ Part 2 of Unsent Messages, since this old prompt fits so well ]

"Hey, [ REDACTED ]!" They huff, pointing to their hair, "Mind explaining this?"

I bat my eyelashes innocently and hum, "Explain what?"

Their hair, which usually rests in a beautiful, fluffy, face-framing style is now messily tied up into several braids. The braids are sloppy and casual, lovingly held together by random, differe...

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Sarah delicately passes her hand on her back. She shudders as she feels the scars, all of them are now bleeding. She gets a wet cloth and whimpers as she cleans the injuries Anthony had inflicted on her. On his wife. Sarah had gotten used to it by now, she knew it was her fault, she knew that if she goes out with friends Anthony gets angry. ‘ But it’s for my own good ‘ , she think...

The rest of Havenbrook Elementary was outside at recess but Caroline had snuck back in to do what many teachers complimented her ability to do; ask good questions. Caroline didn’t mean to be sneaky, but she was so worried about what was going on that she quietly crept up to Mrs. Boyd’s desk without causing her to lift her gaze toward the open door.

“Excuse me, Mrs. Boyd” she just about whispered....

((TW: Romance))

***Froggy

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳?

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵?

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵?

𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭... 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦...

Froggy sighed and threw his pencil down. He’d been feeling extra low lately, ever since he saw Moth kissing Robin. There had been a sud...

Sara didn’t know what loneliness was. She was curious about it.

“I wonder what it feels like to be lonely? I’ve never really understood loneliness. It seems like I have everyone I need in my life. Laura is also always here for me.”

She looked at her. Laura was doing her homework. They were together to do their homework.

“Laura … can I ask you something?” Sara said.

“Sure.” Laura said.

“What is lon...

Panic

Manic

Sadness

Gladness

All together

Merry weather

You too

Sad blue

Up and down

Round and round

Hit the ground

Head pounds

Heart beats

We meet

But noone wins

Again and again...

The girl paced around the living room waiting for Paul to arrive. Paul was her person, the boy that saved her. The boy that repaired her. The front door opened and there he was.

Paul.

“Hey there, what’s going on?” He asked as he noticed her pacing.

She took a step closer to him and he touched her face. He spoke again, “Did you feel a different emotion?”

“I did. It feels warm and fuzzy. Everyti...