Chanoya walked through the door into her large, high-ceiling, open living room. When she looked into the middle of the room, she dropped all of her stuff and screamed bloody murder. For that is what was in the middle of the floor. A man hanging from her ceiling with many stab wounds. She looked up at the face and screamed again for the man was smiling. He gurgled out, “You’re next!” When he said it, blood splattered out a...

I have heard that some do it because it makes them feel better. I used to be like that, so naive. Though now I do it for another reason. I do it for punishment. I do it for all the mistakes I have made. I do it for all the people I have hurt. I do it for all the mistakes I will make. This is why I take my dull scissors from under my pillow and slide them hard over my arms. For I deserve this pain. I deserve this hurt. For...

I run into the bright forest with the leaves fluttering down. I look over my shoulder, laughing, to see if my friend follows me. When I turn my head to look forward, I run into a wall. Wait, not a wall, but a very tall thin man, wearing a suit and tie, with a blank face. He reaches down and gives me a hand and helps me up. He bends down to me, after I am on my feet and hands me a single flower. I grab it and put it in my...