I’m _so_ stupid.

One week and I thought everything could change-

That _I_ could change.

Of course not.

It’s ridiculous to think that one amazing week could truly change me.

Depression doesn’t go away that fast.

I’d have to rewire my entire brain,

And I’m far too tired for that.

Not wanting to die

Isn’t the same as wanting to live;

Not adding new scars

Isn’t the same as unmarked skin;

Not screami...

Officer, I promise he’s right behind me, please help!

I’m really sorry, sometimes I just get ahead of myself when I tell this story. It was one of the most troubling moments of my life though. So it all started when I was biking home from the grocery store that’s about three quarters of a mile down the road from my house. I was actually on my way back home from school. Well, after I had made two...

It was a cold and windy night as I breezed past shops and building on my bycicle. Usually the darker streets of Roseateval were more troubling than this with gangs and low-level thugs roaming around, but it seems tonight everyone was peaceful. I darted past pedestrians, some of them grumbling harsh words at me but other than that it was good. _I was probably the only real disturbance tonight._

I ...

As I walked home late one evening, the streets were unusually quiet. The city seemed to be taking a breath after the long day, and only the occasional hum of a passing car or distant chatter broke the silence. The chill in the air bit at my skin, prompting me to pull my coat tighter around myself as I quickened my pace down the dimly lit sidewalk.

As I turned a corner near the old corner store, I...

Bright streetlamps of orange and yellow light the way home, along the backroads of the city. My boyfriend always cautioned me each day before heading to work to take the main roads on my way home. But after eight hours in an office I want to get home quick. He says that the darkness brings out the devil in people; but I think he's simply paranoid. It's sweet, but unnecessary.

I slip past a ruined...

“Boom boom,” my heart beating in my ears. My legs moving as fast as they can. “Rattle rattle,” the chain slamming as my feet peddle. I look back and see the black hoodie trying to keep up. Bump after bump I ride over the potholes as quick as I could. I can see her blood splatter, like it’s stained in my eyes. Quick right and I slip into the garage as it closes. I stare out of a hole in the door a...

The thing I remebered most clearly was what she wore. It always seemed like people only ever wore those conventional yellow rainjackets in the movies. Well, not this time. Mr. Evans was impossible to miss; a bright yellow blob standing under his covered designated parking area. The light over his parking space was out, so he was dimly lit from the adjacent fixtures and the ones attached to the apa...

Knees pumping, Benji dug in. Parnett Road with its hill was always the hardest part of his route. He wondered why they even built hilly roads. Why not blast them out and make everything smooth flat? He’d asked his Pop Pop after he finished his paper route.

This afternoon he was delivering the Pick And Save. Some days were the Pennysaver Special or the Shopper Showstopper. The only difference Benj...

As the wind caressed my face cycling down the road towards my house, I didn't want this moment to end. I newly got a job and I couldn't wait to ride my bicycle after not using it for a long time. I checked my vintage wrist watch to see, what the time is, how many minutes it will take for me to get to my place of work. As I raised my faced my face to look where I am going. I noticed something stran...

Everyday after school little Gavin would bike home from school to an empty home. His mom usually got home one hour later. Gavin thought this afternoon when he left school was just a typical day. He knew the route like the back of his hand. He left campus rode to the end of the block turned right and rode two blocks up to his street. It usually took him no more than 20 mintues to bike home. On thi...