The telly crackles as he takes to the stage.

Even if the people has spoken, my anger rages.

His glow and his smirk implicates that it’s time for revenge.

I can’t help but dreading that I’m no longer safe.

The telly goes black and I stare at my reflection.

Black, curly hair and a more liberal stance on life.

That makes me a target for the next four years....

I can feel the cold sweat dripping on the back of my neck as she stares us down from the front center of the room. Her face is pale and cold, graying blonde hair pulled tight into a severe bun, pointed finger ready to press the dreaded button. My heart rate builds and my face scrunches in a fierce panic. God, all I wanted was to have a fun Halloween. How is it that I ended up here?

People aro...

Peter awoke in a long hallway. It stretched as far as his eye could see, and the end of it was shrouded by shadows. The walls were pure white; the air smelled crisp and clean; the floor beneath his feet was smooth, perfect.

It unnerved him.

He couldn’t seem to move, either, so he was stuck there, staring at the hallway, waiting for something to launch at him from the darkness.

But it never came...

I don’t know how long I’ve been here.

It’s dark. That’s all I can say about it.

No windows. No light. No sound.

The room is damp. Always is.

I don’t know how long I’ve been in here.

My mind swirls and flares.

The wet smell holds my nose.

How would the world look without eyelids?

I think I already know.

I don’t know how long I’ve been in here.

My mind calls me.

“Lora.. Lora…. LORA…”

...

The story is about a man the lives in the deep forests by himself for a long time. He was just tired of city and people interaction so 8 years ago he came to this forest. His day to day live was spent by hanging cutting woods collecting herbs and preparing for the winter. However this winter was special, too cold snow were falling almost everyday, wind was very strong, strong anough to even brake ...

just being a fake justin beiber fan is enough to make me scared through the grapevine...

I woke up to flashing lights, which was odd, because I don’t wake easily. There were blurry shapes of firefighters, fully clad in fire gear, milling about on the street below. I rushed to my brothers room, flinging his door open.

“I think there’s a fire, let’s go!” He, still quite groggy, grabbed his to-go bag, and I ran upstairs to warn my parents, too. I shook them awake and pulled back the curt...

The spaghetti is good

Wait what this?

Onion

I’m gonna vomit...

It was a quiet summer evening when Rachel moved into the old farmhouse on the outskirts of town. The house, nestled in a grove of ancient oaks, had an air of forgotten charm, and its weathered exterior hinted at decades of history. The locals had warned her about the isolation, but Rachel found solace in the tranquility.

One night, Rachel decided to explore the attic, a space she had yet to ventu...

M.- eaning of love , meaning of loss.

At this rate, what is the cost?

The prize my body

or

The ache of my heart

Either way, you were destined to tear

me apart

E.- ncouraged to touch, entised to taste

What in God’s name is written on your

face?

A smirk

A smile

So vile that lead to these

lie...