Ivy was just your average teenager who just couldn’t catch a break. She wanted to become this outgoing girl but she was too shy until she met (YC.) which caused her to become more than out going. “God I just want to be noticed by someone.” She spoke softly to no one in particular

They say that hell is other people, which turns out to be literal given the number of people I see below. You can’t see the ground in this valley of Hell because of all the people in it. I sigh and begin hiking down the slope.

The endlessly flowing wine and tasty crudités were exceptional, but the finest thing about that evening was that none of the guests knew I was the killer.

I am James Javelin of the Javelin family. We're a family of Javelin throwers. But we don't throw Javelins for free. You gotta pay us a bunch of dollars.

Beauty was always something that Eliza feared.

You all approach a park in which there are beautiful trees and children playing, it is a seemingly normal day… but not for you guys. You are all looking for the one person who summoned you here.

It was very hot so I opened the window. Seconds later a plague of bees came into my room. There were so many of them and they were so strong that they blocked the door and I couldn't escape. They were fast, slowly they turned my room into a beehive.

Susana didn't know where she was, she could only see twisted and soft columns as if they were... Hair? Suddenly, a finger appeared as if it was a storm and it hit her head. Susana looked at her hands; it was a louse!

Heldren had always been the emotionless one.The one who couldn’t feel.No doctor understood it.No employer,no friend,no mentor,and certainly no one who had ever felt like family at his small orphanage.But, no one ever expected such a boy to receive a job offer from the king’s boy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are not here to entertain you. We will not banter or strut or preen or flirt. We will do one thing and one thing only. We will rearrange your brains via your eardrums. One, two, three, four!" Then a wall of sound crashed onto the crowd.

He drew deep black squiggles in his notebook. No one could find out that he was infected, that he was now one of 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. The squiggles grew larger and now resembled an all-consuming spiral. If someone found out, he was screwed. This was serious.

When I arrived in a park, the streetlights turned off, everything was dark. I walked towards the exit to search light, but a foot blocked my way and I fall. I wanted to get up, but a hands grabbed me by the neck

Jayla did as she was told. Jazz was her favorite music.

The cake was deliciously moist, fluffy, and sweet. In a word: perfect. Reggie hated every single bite. She chased the last bite with a cold glass of milk. Then she dabbed at her mouth with that perfect linen napkin. That was when she decided she was going to kill Lydia.

She felt a chill run up her spine. As it reached her neck, her hair felt like it stood on end. She had the feeling she was being watched. She turned her head, looking over her shoulder. Her eyes went wide and her chewing gum fell out of her mouth.

You woke up and realised that it wasn't your room and it scared you so much that you were paralysed while the fire was burning everything around you. You came out of there after several minutes frozen by panic. At the end of the corridor there was a person hiding in the flames...

How am I here? In this place. My tears are long gone, as too is my mental flipbook of faces, which I can no longer recall. I see an object, it looks familiar but what is it!? People are near me, I don't know who they are. I don't know how long I have been here. The walls are cold

Oh it's happening. It's definitely here. You look around outside at what would be your first shop. Fluffy, warm pastries paired best with a steaming cup of coffee. The thought had kept you smiling down to this very moment. For now, somethin to eat. Some donuts.

Seven thousand tonnes of snow. Bitter frost. I had to trek miles forwards for even a glimpse of light in this frozen over, barren wasteland.

The plane was crashing. I didn't know what to do.

“Where am I?” she asked aloud, not expecting an answer. She stood in a cave illuminated only blue green light shimmering on the walls near the entrance. A brightly backlit forest visible just beyond. “A fantasy land built from your subconscious,” replied a man’s voice.

I write this letter hoping that its confession will be apology enough. Although my fame has brought wealth & romance, it's also burdened me with guilt. You see, I never wrote a single one of my songs. Rather I stole ideas from the ghosts of Lou Reed & Burl Ives who haunt my home.

Her forehead touched the stone as she took a shaky breath. The flowers, clutched in her fists, begged for air as her knuckles turned white.

You become the person you pretend to be.

"Well, that's that," I said, letting the shovel fall to the ground. "What now?"

People trust me with their secrets—but they shouldn't.

There once was a girl. A girl who was just 16 years old. She was walking home alone, all she could her is her charm bracelet moving around as she kept picking up her phone. She heard only a couple cars driving by. She was a bit alarmed, she had the thoughts of someone watching...

She was telling me about research her lab at MIT is conducting that shows opening microwave doors during a cycle causes our brains to be bombarded with enough electrons that we’ll forget who we are and be compelled to run away. “Don’t worry. It’s cumulative,” she said.

“MEMORY LANE, All Trips Non-Refundable” read the sign on the door. I walked inside to find a clean white room with only a front desk, no chairs or ferns or any of the normal strip mall clutter. An old man appeared from a door just behind the front desk. “Welcome to

It was there and then, that I had lost the only person that I ever cared about, In that barn, near the door, with the cubblewood fence...