Mila rushes into the book club, a book tucked under her arm as she catches her breath. it’s only me, Ryan and Ella here today, the rest of our group were more occupied with other events to attend.

“hey, how’d that little trip go?” Ryan smiles at Mila as she sits down at our table, a large grin smeared on her face. “i found a book—from the abandoned library!” Mila tells us with pure child-like exc...

two hobbies of mine include reading old books, and exploring buildings that’ve been left behind. things from the past give me a reason to constantly be out in secluded spaces or have my head stuck in-between library books. today, i traveled over 50 miles just to explore an ancient library from the year 1879, somehow still standing. no tourists. no silly teenagers graffiti. it’s just… old. covered ...

I gasp for air, the violent waves of the sea flood my lungs and muffle my hearing. my body is thrown against the rocky shore, i’m soaked and my skin is ice cold to the touch. my vision blurs in and out of focus, eyes pacing around for some sign of life. A hill comes to my attention, ‘i could climb that’, i think to myself. Crawling, sharp rocks and glass dig against my knees and hands, I ignore it...

he was the first guy—the very first guy,

that saw who she truly was.

you could say it was a curse,

but his acceptance was a blessing.

she tried living up to expectations,

but they weren’t his.

because he had none,

and sometimes that was good.

there were times where she’d go off,

and he’d sit and accept it all.

eventually, he started retaliating,

and her anger grew like a hurricane.

then he found s...

growing up, I always did things for myself. I bathed myself, fed myself, took myself to school, and sometimes even washed my own clothes if I tried hard enough. I had my mum. But she was never… there. like she should’ve been. She was in the house, but her priorities got messed up and suddenly I wasn’t one of them. I was so scared she’d forget about me. That one day when I was walking home, I’d get...

The victim’s skull was broken in two, some sort of blunt force trauma to the head.

His lungs were filled with a sticky, blue substance that burns the bare human skin.

We found poison injected into the bloodstream, and also in the saliva of the mouth.

The crime was almost a fantasy.

Being a highly skilled investigator,

means no one would suspect me.

and I can cover up my mistakes as I work on the ...

I walk through the park alone,

but soon am stopped by the sound of crying,

when I turn I see a young face,

salty tears cloud up her beauty.

It feels strange to interrupt,

but I feel as if I need too.

“Miss?” I speak,

she wipes her eyes, “yes?”

her voice is shaky,

something must’ve happened.

“May I sit?” I ask,

she nods, and I sit beside her.

we both stare at the sunset,

the exotic explosion of c...

The game begins with four players.

A revolver sits in the centre of the table,

Two bullets inside the cylinder.

The four players have seven cards,

One has eight, placing down card to start.

The game is rummy, but the winner takes a risk.

Player Three is first to get a win,

Taking the revolver in their hands,

Spinning the cylinder,

Placing it to the side of their head.

“Fuck!” Player Two shouts, ...

<<DISCLAIMER:: this work is based off my own experiences with a sensitive topic that not a lot of people may be comfortable reading.>>

I can feel his hands on me,

even after the damage is done.

but my mind still remembers,

my body frozen in fear.

I couldn’t scream,

or make a small squeal.

there was no noise,

just a ringing in my ears.

a part of me died in that room,

I can’t remove that part of ...

How do I tell a troubled couple their baby died?

I stand speechless, two other nurses stand with me, silently mourning the death of this baby.

The baby who never got to take a single breath.

The mother and father are waiting, I have to tell him their baby is a stillborn.

I prepare myself.

Wiping the small tears from my face.

As I walk into the room, I can see the worry and hope in their eyes, it ...