I admire a man.

His photos are on my phone.

In colour.

In black and white.

A prada suit.

A goat.

He’s smiling. His smile makes me smile.

I switch to next picture.

Him, on stage with his band mates.

The second band.

Not the first.

His hair is longer in this photo.

In the next it’s buzzed.

Both look amazing.

I wish I was like him.

Confident. Not caring about other people’s opinions. Ju...

„Nothing here is sacred.“

Rylan paces up and down in front of Holder in the Temple, long pale fingers trailing over priceless artwork, antique vases and marbel statues. He stops in front of an intricate vase. Tips it with his finger. It wobbels slightly, stills again. Rylan hits it, palm of his hand smacking against delicate porcelain. Holder watches in horror as it falls and bursts into tiny shar...

When he’d walked into the dining hall that night, my heart stopped.

I’d thought it was love at first sight.

Dark curls framed a pale face, black eyes with delicate lashes pulling me in like a siren’s song would a fisherman in the tales my mother told me as a little girl. He smiled when he saw me staring, making me blush, before he turned to talk to Sir Ivan, the man hosting the event. After dinn...

Long brown hair she loves,

But really looks like dead grass.

Bright blue eyes that she think make her unique,

But really couldn’t be more common.

I hate her.

With all that’s in me.

It’s exhausting sometimes.

When she looks, no glares at me

She looks like a horse chocking.

The boys’ knees go weak when they see her,

Herding around her like bunnies do round Snow White.

But while she’s kind...

„Oh shit!“ I hear a voice mutter next to me. „Dad won‘t be happy about this…“ I open my eyes to see a girl, whose age I can’t quite place, leaning over me, long dark hair with a few shimmering red and gold strands tied into a complex braid and pure black eyes. She was wearing a dark red collage jacket over a crop top and a black denim skirt. She was probably the prettiest girl I’d ever met, but I...

The night had been far from perfect so far.

Emily arrived at the restaurant late, where her girlfriend had already been waiting for half an hour. The waiter hadn’t seated them in the Valentines room, because he thought they were “just friends” .

Later, he tripped and spilled a glass of red wine all over her new white dress, meaning she had to drag Valerie out who was threatening to sue the place...

“We need to talk.”

“Sure! What’s up?”

“It’s… it’s kind of hard to say.”

“You know you can tell me anything love.”

“I know, but…”

“We’ll get through it together! We always do.”

“Not this.”

“You’re scaring me, sweetheart…”

“I… don’t love you anymore.”

“You…”

“I’m sorry. I’m not going to tell you a let-me-down-softly lie or make believe story about why, because I don’t know. It’s no ones f...

Ever the princess in her fancy dresses, skirts of tulle and bodices of lace and bead, caramel blond tendrils tucked into a woven braid, frail tiaras the opposite of her personality showing royal status. If not laced in jewels of rubies and gold, she’s a simple girl who longs to be free, hair flowing open or in ponytails, wearing black leggings, flexible tops and long capes, carrying her magic staf...

“Oh, are you gonna go cry to your boyfriend about me?” Thea says tauntingly.

“He’s not my boyfriend! He never was and he never will be!” I scream back.

“Why do you spend all your time with him then?”

She asks, raising her voice.

“Because he CARES about me Thea! That must be a foreign concept to you!”

“Halley I care about you too!”

“No you don’t! You know that night when I called you cr...

The three doors.

Hecate's crossroads.

Jimeny Cricket.

No, wait, forget the last part.

This is the story - “of how I died!” A girl screams in the background, making me lose my train of thought . I turn away from thr microphone I've been speaking into, trying to explain to my podcast how I ended up inside my mind with every character I've ever created.

"Shut up, Kayla!" I sigh, annoyed, pausing...