Today was the day.

The day of the Presidential Debate.

Thousands of people had come to watch, and millions more watched from their TV screens.

Today, Eva Bouc Émissaire was debating against William L. Iar at Columbia University.

Eva had been preparing her entire life for this moment. She and Mr. Iar walked up to their podiums as the crowd errupted into roars of applause.

As she gazed into t...

“Some people aren’t BORN happy, ——”

“I’m not saying that!” —— protested. Why was He being like this…? All ——‘s life, they’d tried to keep Him on the right path. Tried to be a guide. So why was He being so—

“—ungrateful?!” Oops. Did —— really just say that?

“Hah! Me?! Ungrateful?! I never ASKED you to stick around! But you just LOVE being the “hero”, don’t you?! That’s what this is about! You t...

It started small. Small, clumps of pink foam in the crevices and cracks of my concrete basement. I thought nothing of it at first. It seemed relatively harmless. I could touch it, smear it away. Nothing seemed to happen. And then one day, the foam disappeared from the basement. But not from the house. It only took a week before I began to experience hallucinations. I believed that there was someth...

Life is like a sharp stick

For a young child to play with

Only the sharpest one to pick

A long stick that is very stith

With pointy leaves that make you sick

Swipe it swith

And you might get a kick

So go forthwith

Your sharp stick....

Oh, God. Why is he still staring at me like that?

How long has he been staring at me…

His hands are freezing cold. Why won’t he just let go.

I feel sick. I can’t look into his eyes. I feel like if I do, those ice blue eyes will pierce my soul.

That damn, white, crooked smile.

My hands are shaking in his. I’m sweating.

The lights are beginning to blur. He’s still talking. Asking me questions...

I prayed this was one of my smaller mistakes.

I never claimed to be a perfect Catholic. I’m hardly good enough. I was always striving, though. Even now as I hold this gun in my hand, my other hand reaches up to touch the scars on my skin.

Angelic. Maybe I believed He could love me more if I cut His symbols into my skin.

I draw in a breath and open my eyes. The room has changed. I hide the gun ...

“I tried to kill myself 2 months ago.”

Ray knew Jimmy was getting worse. He’d begun to wear long sleeves again in the summer. He’d sold all his trophies. He emptied out all his money to charities. Two months ago they had a big party and Jimmy was the life of it. Dancing and making jokes that everyone laughed at. And then nothing. He’d sent one last text to everyone and then never replied to anyth...

Before we could truly comprehend the world, there was the One. The One who ventured first. Who took the first steps into the unknown.

Their chin raised high and chest puffed out as they blindly stepped forward, into the darkness.

The others hid behind in fear and anticipation… but nothing ever came. There was no monster, no unimaginable horrors.

One after the other, One would step forward only ...

I don’t really get their relationship at all.

Kurt say’s he can’t view Maddi “that way” because of his religious beliefs. Has he forgotten I’m a telepath?

He tells me not too read his mind, so I try my best not too. But his feelings for her are so strong.

And Maddi tells me all she wants is to protect him, yet the things she says when she’s drunk are different.

They constantly fight and yet i...

Big veins pumping with blood

Palpitations making it flood

Feel it drumming inside my chest

You always make it thump the best....