Dear you,

Knowing you, you are probably wondering who would reach out to you this way, but deep down I think you know who this is from. I find writing letters much easier than texting, plus it gives a sense of mystery. It was definitely easier to write this on paper, trust me, i’ve tried hundreds of times. Some part of me hopes that maybe, you’ve tried too, but the rational part knows better. I h...

I have held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all. Many hearts broken over my own goals and ambitions. Many lives ruined in my wake. I am the worst kind of monster, the human kind. I don’t even try to be better. I think part of me likes causing pain. I ruined the best things that have ever happened to me. Looking back on my life, I can’t say I’ve ever done anything right, ever done any...

It came to me like snails come to gardens: ready to consume

The thoughts in my head continue to bloom

To grow and to grow, eating away

At the very little sanity that I put on display

The empty holes, earlier full of useless thoughts

Now filled with a lot of puzzling knots

To work this out in my head will be a battle

The thoughts jumbling through my brain like a rattle...

As soon as I enter the ballroom, I feel a thousand heads turn in my direction. Thousands of eyes burn into the back of my brain. Slowly, everybody goes back to what they are doing, but I feel the tense in the crowd. I feel myself being judged, hated, and most of all, I feel their jealousy. For some, it’s the golden curls that delicately frame my face that makes them jealous. For others it’s the pr...

March 17th, 1762

It’s getting harder and harder to tell where we are, and i’m afraid we might be lost. I don’t know how to tell the crewmen that we are slowly running out of food as the time passes. I have started thinking about death. I am trying to search for answers, digging in my brain for anything that might help. The only thing that I have is we sail in one direction and hope for the best. ...

Every now and then, it seemed like she opened her mouth and two voices came out. Pure opposites to each other, like she could never decide who could control her. Some days, she was practically an angel, but others, she was the definition of a demon. I have always wondered how someone could live such a conflicting life. How does she think. I would pay to be able to know what is going on in her mind...

There would be no winning. No happy ending, no golden crown. At least not for me. One way, I would loose my true love, my only chance at happiness. I would spend the rest of my life alone, living a life I never really wanted. And I would resent myself for my choice. How could I be so selfish to value my own life over his. How could I ever be truly happy, knowing that his death was my fault. But th...

My hands start shaking and I feel my heart racing. I try to slow my breathing but my mind is racing. Panic, panic, panic. I need to clear my mind. No, scratch that. Just run. But my legs are jelly and my feet have been weighed down by concrete. My mind dances and suddenly I feel as if I’m floating. It’s hard to concentrate, and slowly the world spins out of focus into black....

Im splayed out on the floor, and I wince as I try to sit up. There is blood spilling out of me everywhere. A straight bullet shot to the stomach. The pain is swarming my head, blocking all of my thoughts. Except for her. I’m dying and all that I can think about is her. Her. I have to see her one last time, kiss her one last time, hold her one last time. These are the thoughts that push me get up a...

Justin Robert Mugg

Has never been very smug

He loves to play soccer

He is a real rocker...