I paused in her doorway, glancing back at her, “You’ve left fingerprints all over my life. They won’t ever wash away.”

I closed the door gently behind me and made my way out of the building. I wished it hadn’t ended this way....

My grandmother's whispers echoed through the years,

Urging me to conceal, to shield, to disappear.

"Hide your money, child, lest it be taken away,

Hide your feelings, my dear, for they'll only betray. "

Her words, like shadows, cast a veil of doubt,

Whispering caution, warning me to keep the world out.

"Hide your plans, my love, for they'll be met with scorn,

Better to keep them secret, lest yo...

Every morning, without fail, he began his day by settling into his favorite corner booth at the local coffee shop, a quaint little place adorned with rustic décor that welcomed both regulars and newcomers alike. As he sipped his steaming cup of dark roast coffee, he eagerly unfolded the pages of The Daily City Word, a publication that had captured his heart years ago. This uniquely social newspape...

Scars on our soft hearts,

Whispers of lost dreams linger,

Time's gentle embrace.

Moments etched in flesh,

Silence speaks of what we've lost,

Courage born from pain.

Beneath the surface,

Love and hurt dance hand in hand,

Healing takes its time.

Through the open wounds,

New paths glow like morning light,

Hope grows from the dark.

We carry our scars,

Maps of life, both b...

The apartment was my sanctuary, my control room. It overlooked her building, a silent sentinel watching over Amelia's every move. From this vantage point, I was a god, orchestrating the symphony of her life without her ever knowing. It was a distance that I cherished, a necessary buffer between my obsession and the potential for disruption.

Each day was a meticulously crafted ritual, a dance of p...

The sun was setting over the horizon, casting an eerie orange glow over the rugged cliffs that overlooked the crashing waves below. My heart raced as I glanced back at the tree line, knowing our pursuers were hot on our trail. My sister, Lily, stood beside me, her eyes wide with fear as she clutched my hand tightly.

"We have to jump," I said breathlessly, my voice barely above a whisper. Lily nod...

I stood there in the dark alley, my heart racing and my hands shaking. The blood on my hands seemed to glow in the dim light, a stark reminder of what I had just done. The sound of sirens in the distance made me jolt, and I knew I had to act fast.

I had just killed a man. The man who had been dating the woman I loved. The woman who had never looked twice at me because of him. But now he was gone, ...