Prologue Have you ever gotten up and your vision suddenly went black? It’s HER. She’s temporarily blinding you…making sure you don’t see her, she’s stealing a memory…she feeds off them and devours them. You poor thing, won’t even... (more »)
Chloe sat on her bed by the window in her hotel room, trying to enjoy having the time to herself. To celebrate her getting into college, her mom had taken her on a trip through Europe. Now they were in Ireland, staying in an ancient castle that... (more »)
A high pitched scream had welcomed the new early morning that day. Hearts was still in her room in her bed. It had came from down the hall. She wasn't fully awaken by it but, she knew she had heard it. She could... (more »)
He knelt down in front of me and caressed the chrome plated wheels along the sides of my wheelchair, if he only knew exactly how much pleasure it gave me to see him like this. It’s such an empowering sensation having one kneel beneath... (more »)
My hand trembled again It was another day again at the school. A boring one just like any other day. “Cheer up.” My friend whispered to me as we jolted down notes. How can I cheer up when everyone around me makes me feel... (more »)
I am not alone. When I am asleep in my bed and home alone, I’m never alone. Someone is always there, something is always there. I am awaken by someone else's breathing. Someone who isn’t me... something that isn’t me. I always stay quiet... (more »)
The room was trashed, everything out of its specified and certain place: a smashed vase holding the deadly Belladonna, emitting an intoxicating aroma resembling vanilla and death; red and blue solo cups littered the sorority's bland rug, a... (more »)
“Jason?” I asked, raising my voice slightly over the stuttering of the engine. “What’s wrong?”
I, Xyla and my brother Jason were on our way home after spending three weeks at music camp. We had been driving through nothing but snow for... (more »)
Camila felt wet.
Well that doesn’t make sense, Camila thought to herself. Why would my bed be wet?
Then Camila discovered something else. I’m not even on my bed! This feels like the ground. It feels like cold wet hard ground. Why would I be... (more »)
Anna O... A patient of Sigmund Freud, she developed feelings of transference towards her doctors. Transference, a psychiatric phenomenon, is portrayed by the shift of a human’s feelings for one individual towards a more available person. Plagued... (more »)
It was my eleventh birthday today and I was treating my class with a box of cupcakes I was bringing into school. Everyone was enjoying them as we ate them before we went out to recess. Five students in my class were absent so I had extras that I... (more »)
I sat in my small, tight living room, watching a cheesy, old soap-opera that was putting me to sleep. Just like any other person with a job, I have a life of my own too. I mean, why wouldn’t I?
I’m Adam Wenton, and I’ve got... (more »)
I woke up, my skull pounding without much memory of what had happened. The only thing I remembered was my dream. I tried hard to remember…it seemed like it was important...
I was a pizza guy, and it was my last run of the day. I was... (more »)
The girl couldn't breathe. Sitting up in shock, she looked around. She could see a large glow of red. Taking a breath, she started into a spasm of coughing. The temperature of the room she was in was rising. Fire? Fire! The realisation that she... (more »)
She wanted to get away from it all; the four-page creative essay due the next day in Spanish, and not to mention the fifty new vocabulary words. It was October 15th, 2009. Raquelita Castillo was a junior, dealing with the various stresses and... (more »)
As we slowly walked beneath the golden shining stars, Brenan held my hand in his, and quietly said “I love you”. He started to kiss me, I obliged; I had waited a while for Brenan, and now he finally wanted me. He had always been a good... (more »)