Unbalanced Love: Can I Keep My Necklace On?
Zachary Chester was the first guy I ever dated. He was absolutely everything guys like me dreamed about when they pictured that dreamboat high school crush. He was fit, one of the best baseball players and best runner at our school. He was a Cheetah,...
This is the Part...When the Great White Lies Want to be Real
Stupid. I was stupid. I am stupid. "It...doesn't look horrible...?" Max offered. It looked like the end result of insanity. "It...just needs a...little trimming," said Cynthia. I let out a little smileless laugh. More a sigh than a laugh really. I...
Wait, Jerry
Time stops for just a second. I feel my guts pulling back painfully, air being pressed out of my lungs as my organs heave backwards. But no matter how hard they try to force it, time doesn't move backwards with them. Within a moment it starts going...
Unbalanced Love: What Fear Can Do
Graduation was coming up, last projects due. Final exams were almost here too, so studying was a must for students that cared about their grades. It was the time of year when everyone really needed to be focused on their schoolwork. Except me,...
You Know I Do
"Do you love me?" asked the Tiger standing on the threshold with a large box of clothes in his hands. He was wearing a thick jacket, zipped all the way up to protect him from the weather outside. "Of course I do." replied the Rottweiler as he ushered...
This is the Part... With a Wooden Tower and Less Hair (Part 2)
_Go Limp._ I did, relaxing my body despite every urge to curl up into a tight protective ball. I could hear his screams mixed with mine and felt the unrelenting burning of his hand around my wrist. We fell and fell and fell, thinner branches snapping...
This is the Part... With a Wooden Tower and Less Hair (Part 1)
Everyone has bad dreams right? Recurring ones that leave you shaking night after night? And maybe that's an exaggeration since this would only be the forth time, but still. I went through at least a semi-traumatic experience, and even if the dreams...
This is the Part...Where There is More than a Lump Under the Mattress
_Running. I'm running. We, are running. My mind is racing, body screaming at me. But my heart is ripping, so I turn around._ _I see a monster. Orange, glowing eyes all over its body, lighting up the night. It wants to eat me. I want to run to it. But...