Diary Entry, June 5th 2006,

There is something deeply wrong here. Completely wrong. Utterly, completely, horrendously WRONG.

There has been since we arrived at the cabin, Me, Yelena, Elia, their boyfriends and the only person here I really know (Griffin) who dragged me along because I had nothing better to do for the summer and I should meet his new friends “they’re cool.”

So, as I’m writi...

Every year, when a Fairy turns eighteen, he or she must do something unforgivable, endure emotional and physical trails that will change them forever and ultimately come out a different thing all together, with beautiful feathered wings and crystalline blemishes, it’s the dream.

But every time a Fairy goes off, into the darkness of the night, shrouded in the forest (usually) forbidden, hidden be...

THERE WAS SIMPLY SOMETHING ABOUT HER.

Maybe it was the dimpled glow in her smile, the emphasis in her laughter, the beauty and meaning in every word she spoke.

Angela was beautiful in every way that mattered, though, I couldn’t love her.

It felt foreign, an impossible sentiment to grasp, it was unrealistic delusion for me to even imagine our lips touching. How she took a liking to me enough ...

I don’t know how I’d ended up here. Or were exactly here is.

But at some point between making my way back from, my girl, Maisee’s house on a bike I’d passed by a graveyard. A bit morbid, but especially in the dead of night, but I needed this right now.

I needed anywhere but home.

So now I was wandering from gravestone to gravestone, reading names and final messages:

_Ida Earlston, 1866 - ...

Briefcase clenched inbetween my hands, a vigor powered by fear burning in my chest, I make my way into the abandoned warehouse.

The eerie sound of nothing, complimented by the pitch black of the night sky warrants searching around with my eyes, as if looking for ghosts when I know there’s only one person I should be expecting; my employer.

A young brunette girl who hired me to steal this bri...

After so many years of sitting in its box, the small emblem is coated in a thick layer of dust. Every year, I’d come back here - to my childhood home on a bitter sweet autumn evening.. the same time.. same weather.. same day.

I run a single finger over the golden thing, bringing back a touch of its former shine before opening it.. like usual, a family photo of a time when my grandparents were sti...

If you live in a state of constant doubt, are you truly alive?

I’ve spent my whole life looking behind my back, checking every corner and crevice of my setting. Paying close attention to the small details. I’d been so.. elsewhere my entire life, that I never felt truly myself. Home. Unless I’m actually at home.

_A thick cigar hangs in my mouth, the sun setting over the horizon… I stare calml...

Benji packs his things up, tossing them into the trunk one by one, heaving and sweating; he’s moving out and hadn’t anticipated just how many pairs of clothes and household appliances had been hiding in that old place — or how many memories he was beginning to come across.

A baby blue bottle he’d long forgotten about hangs in his hands and he smiles fondly, remembering his younger days where he’d...

There she sits, brunette hair, bright eyes, joking with the bartender. She only makes the warm air warmer with her loud, charismatic laugh in reply to something he says in response, that fades into a smile.

She’s easily the happiest person in the room, from what I could tell, practically glowing, radiating pure-light like a Greek Goddess. She takes a sip from her coffee — she’d been here for ages...

The sound of laughter feels around within the car, one two many people having the thick smell of beer on their lips and in their mouths. The car we were in swerving dangerously among the dark night. Surrounded by nothing but trees.

Only God knows why I’m hanging out with these guys. I didn’t even like them; they were loud, annoying, immature and everyone loved them because they were part of kappa...