Everyone had watched him go under the water. Everyone had watched him die. Over the world, people rejoiced. They didn’t mourn the death of a serial killer. They didn’t care.

I cared.

The police pulled me into their interrogation room. “Where are they?” They asked.

I shook my head. “I don’t know.” A lie.

“You lived with him. You saw nothing?”

“Yes. I saw nothing.”

“Did you know the girl...

i am so proud of this.

The event went so well and I have been given permission to share this, so I introduce you guys to “not all that glitters is gold”

**Setting: A program room in a library, where several incredibly talented teens have been selected to showcase their artwork. There is a decent sized crowd, as there has been a month's notice for the event. **

**Characters:**

**Gregory Kemp (Fi...

“Once, I went to kill a man,” he starts.

Tate has been my friend and coworker for all of two weeks. I couldn’t tell you his real name, if his face had surgery or not, or if his style is his or a chance to throw me off his true self. I know nothing real from the man I call Tate — except his stories.

Those have a weight of truth so heavy, I’ll be forced to leave them behind forever. Today will b...

Pauline was 15 years old the day she decided to kill her father.

Nothing special happened that day. She woke up about the same time she usually did. She ate the same breakfast of oatmeal and bananas she liked, packed her suitcase and set out on a road trip with her father.

They were driving from Missouri to Illinois for her grandmother’s funeral. It was her first ever road trip. It was suppose...

Those classic, familiar big golden arches. That was our destination as we got off the bus. None of us had a car yet, so public transportation was our main mode of getting around. We had come from the stereotypical teenage summer destination — The mall. But a series of events had spooked us into departing early. We hurried out before we had time to stop at the food court, and we knew McDonald's was...

Covered by the darkness, I made my way through the village. I weaved through the shadows. The shadows were where I thrived. They felt comforting, it felt like coming home. I looked up at the night sky. It was a cloudy night. The stars were covered by the clouds making it even darker than normal.

_How fitting_ I thought to myself. I made my way to the meeting point. The night air felt cool. I co...

"Hey abby"I say excited

"Do you know what the deal with Angelo is? None of my calculations are lining up to why hes acting phycotic unless someone else was involved in this mess"abby says

"Pfft Angelo i never know what the deal is with that kid" I say

"Angelo is your boyfriend do you even know his favorite color?"abby adds

"Favorite color? No idea. But his darkest secrets. Those i know well."

...

I leaned against the white marble wall. I could barely breathe, my heart thumping out of my chest. Beneath the sound of my drumming heart was a silence, shattered by the creaking of a door being opened. A teenage boy walked in, his shining black boots clicking every time he stepped. My anxiety was joined by a jumble of other feelings I didn’t recognize. Through the overwhelming emotions, I somehow...

Favorite color?

No idea.

But his darkest secrets.

Those I know well.

Shall I kiss and tell?

For his secrets are grotesque.

Even for the best of us

To consider

It’s a bitter pill

Your head will reel

From the knowledge

That someone so sinister

Can live

Amongst us

But after you understand

He’s just a man

Who is sick

You will realize

That what we believe is evil

He believes is normal...

I was created for one sole purpose: death. Causing death, more specifically. It was for that reason I was put through trials in order to prepare for each mission. My target’s favorite color? No idea. But his darkest secrets? Those I knew well. Those I lived through. It’s cruel — in a way, as I did to him what _they_ did to me. It’s cruel. But it had to be done.

Because only one of us can suffer m...