Sadness, that is the emotion I have been assigned to since birth. I’m tired of it. Does the world have much more to offer than sadness? Shouldn’t emotions overlap eachother? I see people out in the street smiling their faces off, while I’m filled with melancholy.

I’m exhausted of it. Always pretending to be sad, but what if I want to feel a different emotion now…. Hm like joy or anger?

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When I look in the mirror, it is not me. Instead, it is some devilous creature staring back at me. I have a feeling they’re just begging to be released from the mirror frame; to reek whatever hell they’ve expirenced on others.

It claws at me, trying to sctratch its way out, but it cannot. At least, I hope it never does.

Due to this factor, I have found displeasure in mirrors. I tend to avoid my...

“Chrip, chrip, chrip!” The delightful sounds from the birds outside bathing caused me to stir awake. I give a big stretch before looking around my surroundings. Wait.

This isn’t my house?

I look down to my pajamas; these aren’t mine either. In response, I sprint to the bathroom, tripping over books and papers on the ground.

Why do I look like this. This isn’t me!

I tear at my face; trying to...

Matthew was sitting quietly, enjoying the scenery, and drinking his straight black coffee in the small coffee shop. I admired him from my own table. How could I not? He was georgous, to me at least.

I had been in love with Matthew for some time now, but I never had the confidence to tell him; well, not until now. I had to tell him today; because after today, I would be sent across the country to ...

“Whoosh! Bamb!” Were the noises that arose from the clash of the wooden swords out in the training grounds. A young student was currently getting tutored on dual-sword fighting.

“Sloppy, you’ll never incapacitate your rival with that form.” The tutor spits out, like fire, before serving on hard clash against the sword.

The student swerves out of the way before the tutor sword slams into the gro...

My love is true; it’s loyalty and faith are never ending. Me and my boyfriend, Nathan, have been dedicated to one another for over 5 years now, and we’ve never been happier.

I know Nathan like a book. I’ve seen his worse and his best. I know his little quirks and can easily tell when he’s lying. I know that he is allergic to certain cottons and types of rice. I know when he’s feeling off, and I e...

The city of Verona was known to be a small quaint town; similar to a utopia. Tonight had a very dark contrasting theme though, as heavy rain and fog filled the bare cobbled streets. The lights of crowded homes, like blades of grass, blurred through the fog, similar to lighthouses. Although the rain had thundered and snapped, it was a queer and off putting silence tonight.

As a small old man waddl...