I pursed my lips. Whistling a tune that was taught to me as a child, long forgotten by the newer generation. I paid attention to the little song as the explosions, yelling, and teenage drama fell behind me. Sweeping the floor, I enter an empty hall. Blue tiles with even bluer walls being cleaned by the best janitor in this school. Me. Me, me, me. Approaching the janitors closet I place my broom o...

Leopards never change their spots. They never change them to fit in the crowds. They never change them to impress another. They don’t change them to spite an ex lover. Nor do they change them out of peer pressure. So why do you keep insisting on changing yours?...

“Ow ow ow ow ow,” I muttered under my under my breath. I probably had a gazillion splinters in my hands. Yet somehow through the excruciating pain they climbed. I slowly inched upwards. Sweat dripped down my body, my hair sticking to my forehead.

I wiped my forehead with my sleeve. Glimpsing at myself through the reflection of my watch I scowled. Goddamn I looked like a drowned rat.

My once...

The water rippled as I waded in it. The mud squishing under my feet. Once again I smack my face. The pesky insects that acted as if they were guardians of the hidden river seemed to grow. I could hear them chirping in the trees. The constant buzzing that surrounded me.

I rubbed my arm subconsciously.

Although the bugs around the place freaked me out..it was a sign. I was getting closer to w...

My fingertips lick the freezing handle. I snatch it away as equally freezing wind sends ashes to skitter across the ground. I reach for the handle again. Only to pull it away.

Ehhhhh, I really shouldn’t do this. I was considering entering a creepy house that probably belonged to hell for all I knew. Why in the world was I considering this in the first place? Usually any logical person would be ...

I can lay my head on my fist. Or on the table. Hell I can even pull up my knees and rest my head there. SO WHY CANT I GET COMFORTABLE! I sulk into my arms; my neck throbs from uncomfortableness. Is that a word? I don’t know, nor do I care. So I dismiss the thought and throw my head back and flop to the side. Maybe I’ll just fall off the chair and go to the floor. It’s comfier anyway. Instead I l...

I slide the bag across the table to the man. He wasn’t much of a person for a crime profession, he had simple clothing. Some black skinny jeans and a hoodie to cover his face; while I on the other hand,wore a shiny suit with gold trim that simply brought out my eyes. Dress to impress. The man slowly unhooked the straps on the ‘many-strap bag’. The tension building. I’m shocked that his nose hasn’...

She had a rolling red carpet of mystery that I desperately wanted to join her on. Hold her hand and strut down the carpet. Laugh with her all the way down, as if my only purpose was to make her feel special . And she was. She was so amazing she deserved the actual red carpet. Her talents were beyond imagination and sensation.

But the farther we walked on the red carpet the farther the col...

I watched her walk down the halls everyday. She held her head high. Speeding past the numerous kids that blocked her way in life. I didn’t stare at her in creepy stalker way. No, no, no, no. It was more of an..admiration. Like when you see her with her friends. She laughs and her smile is beautiful. She lights up a room with such childish yet enthusiastic personality. You couldn’t ever seco...

She is truly beautiful.
Long black hair that bounced dutiful on her shoulders. Eyes that were spiteful, with a deep menacing blue. Reminding me of a lagoon with Duden secrets. It was quite wasteful, however. Every time she walked into the small cafe men got a mouthful of her appearance. Her body was striking. If only she would wear something more revealing. Instead her body was covered wit...