I don’t expect anyone to understand what I’ve done, and maybe I don’t deserve forgiveness. But I need to tell the truth, even if it costs me everything.

In 2019, I planted evidence—specifically, a bag of heroin—at the scene of a crime to ensure a conviction. The person I framed, Marcus Rowe, had slipped through the system so many times before. I was convinced he was guilty, not just of the robber...

Rich had always been drawn to simplicity. He lived in a small cabin on the edge of a dense forest, where the sounds of nature were his constant companions. One evening, after another long day of work under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, he sat in his kitchen, staring at the soft, warm glow of a single candle on his table. The contrast was startling. It was then, in that moment of quiet re...

The night was thick with the smell of pine and damp earth as the group of four teenagers made their way through the dense woods just outside their town. Laughter echoed through the trees, bouncing off the trunks like the carefree energy that only comes from youthful friendship. They had been best friends since grade school, inseparable through the years, and now they found themselves on another ad...

In the year 2050, individual families are a relic of the past. All children are brought up in state-run institutions known as “Nurseries,” where they are raised to serve society. The concept of “family” has been erased, replaced by collective upbringing under the watchful eye of the government. Every child, including Axel, is just another number in the system, groomed to follow a predetermined pat...

September 6, 2124

Dear Hannah,

It feels surreal to write to you like this, knowing how different things were just a century ago. I can’t imagine how you’d react if you saw our world today—some of it would amaze you, and some might leave you shaking your head. So, sit back, grab a cup of that artisanal coffee you love, and let me tell you what’s been going on.

First off, you’d love this: the hov...

Roses are red, violets are blue,

I’m not good at this, that’s painfully true.

Words don’t rhyme and they don’t make sense,

I’m scribbling nonsense, feeling so dense.

Love letters, they said, would win her heart,

But my poetic skills are falling apart.

I tried to be sweet, I tried to be smart,

But this poem’s a mess, a terrible start.

Teacher demanded we write something deep,

But this is a train ...

I sit in this dim, dank cell, the walls echoing with the cries of the damned. The stench of mold and fear fills the air, mingling with the pervasive scent of despair. My name is Elias Thorn, and I have been accused of sorcery, though I am no witch or warlock. My secret, far more ancient and dangerous, remains hidden from my accusers.

The townsfolk whisper that I consort with the devil, that I wie...

Beneath the earth where shadows weave,

In caverns dark where lost souls grieve,

It is easy to get lost in the underworld,

Where secrets deep and dark unfurled.

The paths are twisted, void of light,

A labyrinth in endless night.

Echoes whisper, stones cry out,

In silence, hear the voices shout.

Old ruins guard their ancient tales,

Of love, of loss, of mournful wails.

A river flows with memories,

...

From my concealed vantage point within the jagged crevice of the icy ridge, I watch as the team in bright red suits moves with purpose around the wreckage. Their breath forms small clouds in the frigid air, mingling with the steam rising from the ruined engines of the downed vessel. The crash had been spectacular, an explosion of sound and fury that shattered the stillness of this frozen wasteland...

This is a goodbye to everyone on here especially the ones who enjoyed my writings!

I have had fun writing for all of you and hopefully one day I will be back. Until that day comes I wish everyone success on their future endeavors into the world of the unknown through stories!

Draego out!! For now!...