Warning: Hey, I know this isn’t very good – ‘tas written many, many moons ago and recently rediscovered on an old CD (remember those?). Seriously, it's a miracle this guy ever gets any action at all. But believe you me, it was way more embarrassing/painful for me to read that than it would be for you. Still, I miss that sweet, stupid lovable loser lad..anyhoo, to the story….Jonathan was a smart guy. Most of the time, at l...

It was a moment, when arguing was up a blind alley, and that remaining silent was the best way of protecting yourself. The vertically challenged lady’s friends came and helped her put the blame on me. The usual stack in my high school fairy tale, oh I’m so used to this. People in this school just loved making mountains out of molehills. They said I splashed the drink at her on purpose. It was not a big deal, really. It wa...

The skin near my eye swelled itching in pain after the emotionless lady threaded every unwanted follicle of my eyebrows-- she didn't turn a hair every time I closed my eyes gasping in awe. Ichigo on my right side was laughing while putting on eyeliner. The lady started putting some on me too, starting with layers of cream and powder. She filled my brows with a small brush touched on a cork eyeshadow then, eyeliner and mas...

“Did you know that people live because they have to know their purpose?” Dmitry sat next to me under the old Acacia tree. It was one of those trees at the back of the orphanage. There were no spectacles to see, but it was the shadiest. “This is my spot.” Although there was sadness in his eyes, still he smiled. “Sister Cecilia has guests. He’s back, and he brought his son with him. I heard from Anthony, the old man is a de...

Rebekah had never really noticed how quiet Alex Wolfe was before. But then again, she found herself thinking, if he had been less quiet she would probably have noticed him more before now. And then there would have been no reason to think he was so quiet, because he wouldn't be. There was probably a name for things which looped back around like that. She'd have to get online when she got home and look it up; it might make...

2 "Another round over here!" Owen shouted towards the bartender. The bartender nodded and grabbed two more beers. Owen and Jay were drunk off their asses and we all watched as Jay struck out with a girl at the bar table. I could not help but feel kind of bad for him; but in her defense, I'd watched as he drunkenly muttered the same cliché pick up line to three other girls within the last twenty minutes. A song came on tha...

1 "Lucy! They're coming to town, it's the last stop on their tour! We have to go, we just have to!" Mia exclaimed, excitedly showing me her computer screen. "Tickets are seventy five bucks, Mia. Can we afford that?" I asked, squinting at the tiny text. "Sure, we'll find a way to make it work. Why should we have a food budget for next week when we could go see them in concert instead?" She asked. "Because everyone knows co...

Preface Lucy "Ms. Combs, I realize the school year is coming to an end, but that does not give you an excuse to not pay attention," Mr. Peters said, snapping me out of my daze and bringing me back down to earth. "Sorry," I replied quietly, wishing I could sink into my sweatshirt. I felt my face turn a deep red. He motioned for me to take out my earbud and I reluctantly did so. I was listening to the latest release from my...

Prologue We are many. You can't see us for what we are. But we are here. Waiting in the shadows. Now that you understand we are different you can pretend you know how we are, who we are, and how we live. But you will never truly get it. We are different from each other but we are all bound by blood and heritage, so know we are different and accept that you will never know us truly but we will allow you to believe you know...

For a moment, when I woke up, I didn’t know where I was, or what time it was. I gritted my teeth against the pain and straightened up, blanching. I realized I was in my own room. “Sam are you, alright?” Chloe asked. Seeing her stunned me. She looked worried and said, “You know, you’re brother is soooo cute—I mean, really! When he was asking me what happened to you, I almost fainted! Not because I didn’t know what to say,...

“We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.” --May Sarton It was typed-written on a buff-colored tissue paper. The other pieces have different passages too, but this one got me. The rain had finally died down, but I’m still waiting for Chloe inside a coffee shop near the meeting spot we had agreed to. A few minutes later, a black car stopped in front of the shop, rolled down...

Beep-beep-beep-beep. The other line was dead when I picked up the phone. I could still hear the busy tone playing around my ear. Akira had mentioned ‘she.’ It was the only thing I knew. It was the first time someone (not a relative) called me. The next morning, Akira knocked and then slowly opened the door, peering through it as I fixed my hair. “You’re up early,” he teased. “Yeah…” I said. Truth was, I couldn’t sleep thi...

It hurts, I thought. I’ve always hated this. Stopping my tears from falling only hurts my throat. It’s annoying. “Heh…So you’re not really going to cry, huh?” the guy I don’t know said, grabbing my hair and pinning my face on the wall. He was trying to choke me with his other hand, slapping and then smothering me again. I couldn’t breathe. “So aggravating! You’re just a first year! You should know your place,” the girl wi...

PROLOGUE: It was a dark cold evening. There was something sinister in the air. It was uncomfortably warm. There was a girl walking in bare feet. She had bruises, even scratches, and a long black hair swinging as she moved. She was wearing a white dress with blood stains glistening, just like a fire raging in a snow. She was panting, breathlessly and helplessly running away from something. Ignoring the darkness embracing h...

Big BubbaBy James GersbeckIt finally reached about noon when I had enough of the day’s boredom, and decided to call Phil up. My house was desolate anyway and I needed to either get out or do something that called me away from pointless masturbation and scheduled television. I sat scrolling through the mindlessly entrancing posts of Facebook waiting for Phil when I heard the small “pop” that was followed by an instant mess...