Stalkers…

Hate ‘em?

Love ‘em?

Wanna be ‘em?

Oh, don’t admit you haven’t.

Don’t admit you haven’t wanted to obsess over one person forever, but you’re too “afraid” to.

I walk, I talk, I stalk.

I watch her…

as her shoes scrape against chalk,

as she twirls in a blur.

Mine.

Oh, darling, darling, darling.

My sweet child.

You haven’t any idea what is happening.

You don’t know the wild.

I love you.....

It starts with whispers, but those quickly escalate. This is Rebecca; she’s everybody’s nobody. Straight-B student, friendly, pretty in a homely way and has lots of friends; not popular enough to be the queen bee, not unpopular enough to be an outcast. She’s simply just there. No one hates her, but then again, no one’s falling head over heels for her.

Until the rumour begins. It starts with littl...

I watched the bodies. They were still. Every part of their bodies unmoving, their arms, their legs, their heads, even the tips of their fingers. They were simply dead.

One death is a tragedy, a thousand deaths is a statistic. I know all of these people were once living, breathing humans like me, but it is easier to my job pretending they’ve always been like this. Unable to speak, hear or feel. Wi...

When death stares at you in the face,

it could go one of two ways.

Either I let you live with me,

or you stay in world where everyone can see.

People ask, “How do you choose?"

How do you know who loses and who becomes the muse?

Well, it’s quite simple, really.

Death is for those who have lived,

and life is for those who haven’t.

People call me cruel, evil,

a bloody murderer with trillions of ki...

A robot sits still.

He has no will.

He is controlled by those around him.

He can not move on a whim.

But being around humans,

it changes him.

Humans fight for themselves, for others, for their land,

and no matter what,

their world is never dim.

The robot wants to be that;

he doesn’t care if that is not what he is meant for.

He will not stay still like a dormat.

He wants to see the world to explo...

I am a dreamer.

Maybe that’s a curse.

I want to have ambition,

I want to have passion,

I want to dream.

But maybe that’s wrong for me.

Because passion doesn’t equate talent.

If you have a dream, do you follow it to no end?

What if it doesn’t work out?

Then what?

I crave to want;

I crave to lie below the stars at night and just imagine all the places I’m going to go and all the things I’m going t...

“She’s not who she says she is.”

That’s what I always hear. Whispered, or even screamed, behind my back. She’s a witch, she’s a terror, she’s a demon.

The last one is the closet to the truth.

For I am not some mundane human who has some glitchy powers, nor someone whose purpose is to scare others. No, I am the devil himself.

Or herself, I suppose. It’s strange, isn’t it, how all depictions of t...

I live in the middle of the night.

No sunlight

touches me

for almost a day.

No one can see

my face.

But the stars,

the night sky,

every single shard,

are the reason why

my world shines so bright.

In black, it becomes alight.

There’s a strange

mystery

that seems to change

what I can see

at night.

Darkness, they call it.

It’s an astonishing sight.

It emits

marvel and wonder,

rain and thunder.

Each...

God, I hate her so much.

I hate the way she smiles, the way she laughs, the way she jumps up and down with joy when she gets good news.

But most of all, I hate the way she can have everything I can’t—she gets all the boys. No matter how hard I try, she’ll win everything I want.

I see her everywhere—the hair like spun gold, the sparkling, ocean blue eyes, the long, dark lashes. She’s in my head,...

God, I’m so excited to return to my old school. I remember attending high school like it was yesterday: I was captain of the football team, dating the hottest girl in school and everyone either wanted to be me or be with me. It was such a dream. Obviously, I’ve fallen off a bit since then—I’m now a construction worker, but I’ll always cherish the days of school.

Yesterday, my high school girlfrie...