I'm dead. Really dead. Not in the "there'll be a twist at the end and I'll be saved" kind of way. Just dead.
I awoke to the sound of waves, big waves slamming against the walls of the... house? No, boat. It was definitely a bo...
I'm dead. Really dead. Not int he " there'll be a twist int he end and ill be saved kind of way. Just dead. Somet...
I didn't take her seriously. I mean everyone cheats. At least that's what I told myself. I can't imagine my face when...
The audience stared open mouthed at me.
Never before had he entered this room. The dream of the golden sea was clearer in his mind than ever before. There wa...
i start my journey very hard from 2010 when i come to London i done my level-4 diploma i give my three papers out of ...
I couldn't believe what I had just done. I ran outside the school, my breath coming out in raspy gulps. There was not...
Candice · Martin · An optimistic outlook
In the time of stone and wood, when you and I walked through shady forests surrounded by the scent of roasting ptarmi...
Candace wants all her glasses to look half-full, but Martin can't stop complaining. He's tried to keep his mouth shut...
"You stink," said Martin. "I do?" said Candice. "Yes. You smell like eggs and old V8 and goose turds and a garbage ...
Her eyes dimmed in colour as she stepped into the darkness, with the decoration lights around the chinese restaurant ...
The voiceless aberration toiled within his thoughts. Where was he? What purpose? Why? The words seemed to jumble with...
When he'd signed up to visit strange new worlds, he'd never envisioned this. He turned slowly in the glass globe, dev...
She didn't look at him.
She didn't look at him she couldn't tell him. She couldn't even tell her family. What would they say? What would they...
She didn't look at him; she looked past him, half closing her eyes as if basking in the sunlight. She was really tryi...
She didn't look at him. She couldn't look at him. What would he think? she wondered as she sipped her wine and kept h...
We wrote a song for the silver trees. The streetlamps gathered underneath the bridge to hear us. Our band played. Oth...
The ocean, the land, the bridge. These are the metaphors of my life. I stand on sinking ground, toes curled against t...
John · Adam · Pelican
"Adam! Give me the Pelican! Now!" John half screamed half sobbed. "It's mine!" "No mine!" Adam clutched the Pelican t...
Time was running short, and John still had no idea where Adam had stashed it. I mean, thought John, how many places a...
"Give me the pelican!" John said. His gun, a very large and impressive gun if you are familiar with the ins and outs ...
"HELP" "There's no hope," the monotone sound of Sarah's voice echoing throughout the silent forest. I could not see ...
the birds on the telephone line have heard me talking the birds on the power line have felt me typing one bird two bi...
The raven sat and contemplated the traveler beneath the moon's harsh gaze. She struggled onwards, leaning heavily on ...
They were listening.
Blood dripped down from my arms to my legs. I was bound to a pole in an empty room with nothing but a mirror to look ...
I crept silently through then corridor, the occasional creak of the floorboards abruptly halting me in my path. The...
They were listening. I wasn't worried though, It's not like I had anything important to say. Just knowing that they w...
Peasants.
Peasants. They wouldn't understand. Or perhaps couldn't. Yes. I like that. Their brains too small to grasp the magnit...
"Peasants," I said as I walked by a group huddled together speaking in their annoying voices and telling stupid stori...
Peasants. We all are peasants. I am a peasant, endlessly tilling the vast land of my master. I have a perpetual inc...