Closer and Closer it came, it was getting bigger and bigger until it’s silhouette cast a large shadow over my trembling body. My mind plagued with terrible thoughts, ranging from; “I was right!” to “I’m going to die here.” A squeaky-sounding gasp emits from my throat as the sharp claws and large, bared and snarling canines came into view, in panicked response to the sound, my hands slammed over my mouth. My fate was waiting to crash down upon me…Continue reading ““An Adventure Gone Wrong” by Lucas Anderson”
20 year old babysitter, DANI WILLIAMS, is sitting on the couch, eating popcorn, drinking Dr. Pepper, binge watching Grey’s Anatomy on Netflix.
She is so intensely staring into the screen, she doesn’t even realize her phone ringing right next to her. The boy she’s babysitting, 10 year old MARK HANNIGAN, walks into the room.
Hey, DANI, are you just gonna let that ring forever are you gonna answer it?
She doesn’t even acknowledge his existence.
HEY! DANI… Are you alive over there?
(12/4) I arrived at Frankfurt airport this morning at 8 a.m. and I have checked into my room at Hotel Adlon Kempinski Berlin. I should be here for a few months, so it will be interesting to learn the new living style and peoples day-to-day activities. I’ll check back in tomorrow! Continue reading “Imaginary travel diary to Berlin”
So today was another day in Bangladesh. It’s really different here. Everything is so different and new. Some are good and some are bad. Also the college is different. I found people who spoke English and found some other people who also came here for studying. Finding them made it a little easier to communicate. I hate that I don’t speak their language which is Bengali well that’s the main one. It’s really difficult to understand people. I’ve learned a few words but that’s not much help. Anyways I’m going to stop writing now because I need to get my sleep I still haven’t gotten used to the timing.
My first impression of Mumbai is that it is very big and busy. Everything is so different and new for me and for my family. It is an extremely busy place to live. Where different people from various cultures, religions and economic backgrounds converge to carve a path for themselves in a city that has come to be known as “the city of dreams.” This is never more evident than in the stark divides between the rich and the poor. The schools and colleges are different. I found people who spoke English and found some other people who also came here for studying. Finding another person it easier to speak and understand them.
We are born with the urge to live,
So we live each day dying to live,
But ultimately, we live to die.
I stare blankly at a numb ceiling
As my innocence is strangled and fades away.
“We are the same…”
my heart cries to the walls.
They cannot hear me, they do not feel me.
I feel the same. Continue reading “The Story of My Life by Anon”
Nephelle, the young Queen of Mordan, gazed out of the open palace windows. She breathed in the crisp, pine-scented air, steeling herself for the day to come. Walking down the halls of her home, she paused before a mirror, examining herself one last time. She had carefully selected her finest attire for the meeting today.
She wore a long, flowing gown, in blurred shades of white and pale gray, like a snowdrift. She had swept her long, ebony curls over one shoulder, pinning them to the side with an opal comb. As a finishing touch, she’d lined her eyes with thin streaks of kohl, her only touch of makeup. Her eyes were heterochromatic, and the darkness of the kohl highlighted the boldness of the sapphire in her upper left eye, while sharply contrasting with the paleness of her skin and the dominant smoky-gray shade of her eyes. After adorning herself with jewels and placing her silvery crown atop her head, she’d deemed her outfit complete and suitable for today’s activities.
Nephelle’s wife had already left for the meeting, so she knew there was no use in waiting, yet she was still reluctant to leave. She hated meeting days. With one last sigh and glance out the windows at her snow-covered kingdom, she decided to leave. Nephelle used her magic, dissolving into the wind and speeding on her way. Continue reading “The Queen of Mordan by Ashley Williams”
It sat there in its dark bubble as it watched bright colors pass it’s eyes.
To be stuck watching was not what it did. To be stuck in a dream was a nightmare for it.
To trap is what it seeks and to kill was a vengence against her meat. Continue reading “A dream nightmare by Cynthia Ocloo”