I jolt awake, not with the abscence of oxygen but with the sudden finding of it. All I can remember last was the hand over my mouth and the weak attempts I made of ripping it off.

My perpetrator chuckles at my desperate, relieved breath.

“Don’t get too excited,” he sings. “No one can hear you down hear.”

I don’t doubt him. Where I have woken in seems to be a laboratory of average appearance, on...

I've never been one for being on time; aad habit of mine I've tried to break but still fall guilty to.

Unfortunately, it seems as if Ryder inherited that trait.

While I may be cooking dinner an hour and a half later than planned (some deals at the stores were too good to pass up), it is still way past his curfew. Some parents say that demmanding a child be back at 7:00 p.m. is unreasonable, but...

Your friends will suggest it first, because they’re the rambunctious kind and into that kind of stuff. They’re the thrill-seeking, can’t-sit-still type who sneak a game on their phones during class. Everything is boring to them, simply put, save a few ephemeral yet dopamine-boosting activites.

One of them being these.

You’re scared to try it at first. After all, people can die from this if they’...

Where there is light, there is always a shadow close behind

A darkness you have never seen

Adoration at your hands, which you deem to good to touch

Do you know how they long to be you?

In the night that is life, you are the morning, midday, afternoon sun

How you always seem to be above

A brush of the hand, like starlight, dismissing

Do you genuinely not know?

The bottom, Earth’s core, a small y...

[tw; slight suicidal ideation. hope you enjoy!]

Before I open my eyes, I know exactly what this day entails. After I get ready, the bell by the window will ring. I will fetch my food, and wait by the window. Then the bell will ring midday for lunch, I eat my food, I wait and watch. Once more in the evening I feast and sit patiently, observing that single hole in my room. And when I go to bed, pa...

Damn, it's cold out tonight. Of course, I would expect nothing warmer for a December night, but even my back is cold. I'm wearing four layers, and my back is cold. I didn't think it was possible.

The streetlights shine down like series of UFOs, and are scary like them. I watch a few cars blip by, but my eyes are looking for the bus. It'll show up eventually, I think.

I shiver when a breeze passes ...

There it is again. That unnatural snort-chuckle sound.

"Oh" Elly says between breaths, "Oh, Hope, you're just too funny---"

She slams her hand on the quartz counter, a bit of her wine (which perfectly matches the color of her face) splashing out of her glass as she stabilizes her laugh.

She sounds like a suffocating monkey.

Her eyes glance down at the maroon spill on the floor and gasps.

"Oh, I a...