He was starving. Deprived. He needed books like a heroin junkie needed a hit.
    Never had he felt so desperate for black typeface on paper. For those written enchantments. For the inexplicable warmth that emanated from the pages. Reminding him who he was and giving life to dreams of who he might become.
    His legs changed from walking to jogging without consulting him first. White Converse thudded against leaf shadows on the sidewalk. Books for the Soul felt infinitely far....

    As I walk home from the hole-in-the-wall Italian place on 17th, I catch myself wishing that tonight with you had gone differently, even though I told myself that I wouldn't think about it anymore. The wet pavement is passing beneath my feet now, but my mind is still longing to stay in that restaurant with you. I think I must've swallowed a boulder back there, 'cause I can feel it sitting in my stomach, filling the pit that...

We all are STORYTELLERS.

We make up our own world. Remember when we had a fictional character who was our best friend. Similarly, remember how we used to tell daily stories to mum. We live simultaneously with the fictional world. We feel the books by reading them. We don’t write or narrate stories we add life to it. So writers are creatures who make a world of their own. We make connections. We writers are blessed with four eyes. One...

This is my life, I’ll tell you how it went

I’m a only child, I know it seems cool and all but it’s not. It’s sucks. I’m always lonely and I don’t have any friends
 “that girl is so weird” I’ve heard that mumbled thousands of times. It’s always circling in my head, round and round. Like I’m not allowed to forget about it. 
 “they don’t know what weird is” I always wanted to say somet...

This is my life, I’ll tell you how it went

I’m a only child, I know it seems cool and all but it’s not. It’s sucks. I’m always lonely and I don’t have any friends
 “that girl is so weird” I’ve heard that mumbled thousands of times. It’s always circling in my head, round and round. Like I’m not allowed to forget about it. 
 “they don’t know what weird is” I always wanted to say sometching...

The Crows knew it wasn't an ordinary day, just as they know all things to do with time (though few would ever say it).

There was a breath on the air that morning, as though time itself was rolling, stretching, and yawning awake. That was false, of course. Time was subtle and indomitable, Lear mused. No matter where you exposed the cogs, it never ceased.
The wind jostled his feathers insistently as it brushed along the remaining palace gables, whistling...

Sun hats, broad-brimmed and languorous, dip their tips into the sensual redness of the late-evening Sun; another day’s meretricious acts forgiven; as they return to the comfort of homey racks, and anticipate another garrulous litany of tomorrows. The loftiest clock, with one ponderous clack, has casted a penumbra over the eighteenth hour, and yet, a certain young lady remains entrapped within the nook of a lanky street, half-heartedly engaged in tiffin, and small talk.
 
Resting an arm on the...

"If I died what would you do?"
Cless asked Triss as she was drawing on the cave walls with her chalk.
"Why would you die?" Triss responded not looking at Cless as she continued her mural.
"I'm not saying I would die. I'm just saying if I did die what would you do?"
Triss grabbed the yellow chalk, beginning to draw a circle and color it in. "I dunno."
Cless grew quiet and looked away from Triss, staring down at...

    It was a fine spring night. I stepped outside our family's mansion in Beaverton, Oregon. Despite only four people living in the house, it has at least eight bedrooms and five bathrooms. Anyway, the day was beautiful, all the cherry trees in our front yard were in full bloom and the pansies that my mother planted for my sister's arrival were soaking up the last rays of the sun for the day. I could smell the warm air coming on...

Isolation strangled the island. Images of blue and gold pressed against Roman’s skin. His mind churned with the sound of waves crashing against the jagged shore. He would never get used to this feeling. Falling asleep beneath a frosty sky speckled with silver, only to wake up with a salty breeze gnawing at his skin as the growing sun eased him awake.
The edges of the island were golden tipped whereas the centre was dense with trees that gave the...

"Auggie!" my younger sister shouted, walking into my room. "Are you ready to go?"

"I'm like... right here," I grumbled, zipping up my suitcase. "No need to scream in my ear." I glanced around my room, looking for any last-second items I may have missed. She didn't say anything, so I looked over at her. Her lips were moving, but no sound was coming out. "Thanks for shutting up," I said cheerfully, flashing my most charming smile at her.

She...

The kookaburra sits in the old gum tree. The old man sits on his creaking balcony. The dog lies panting under the cooling shade of the house. I trudge down the road, one step after another on the smooth cement. With my too-big school bag tugging at my shoulders, I walk slowly, back arched in fatigue. The buttons on my shirt tug on each other, a long way past being too small. But it’s fine, I don’t need to look...

As long as I have lived, I’ve always had someone by my side, from my mother to my stuffed teddy bear. This is the story of that teddy bear about what happened after I left his side.
 
It had been many years since the last time Orangie helped out Guardian in the battle of Dormammu. He had been wondering Fantasyland ever since, from tavern to tavern he went trying to find jobs and tasks to get himself paid. He...

As long as I have lived, I’ve always had someone by my side, from my mother to my stuffed teddy bear. This is the story of that teddy bear about what happened after I left his side.
 
It had been many years since the last time Orangie helped out Guardian in the battle of Dormammu. He had been wondering Fantasyland ever since, from tavern to tavern he went trying to find jobs and tasks to get himself paid. He...

                                                     CHAPTER 1

          ring! ring! ring! mia woke up to the sound of her phone ringing. wait a second. she didn't have a phone. she turned her head to look the way the ringing noise was coming from. there, sitting on her desk, was the newest version of the...

Aria unwrapped the box lying before her. She ripped off the plastic, threw it on the floor and opened up the box. Her eyes were big with curiosity, eyebrows held up. The box had a pendant and a small letter. The letter read, "There's a famous Japanese myth that says that the face you have now is the face of the person whom you loved the most in your last life". What was that supposed to mean? The pendant...

A man exists. Just one, just mine.

He exists only ever to the left of my vision, a mirage of comforting fear. Why he chooses to sit to the side I don't know. Maybe its not his choice. I know all too many I've made weren't mine.

I've stepped out of the building only for a second when a cool wave hits my neck, it sends shots of frozen electric upward. They rake through me violently, as I become exposed...

Sunlight crept down through the leaves until it mingled with the moonlight on the forest floor. The crickets had stopped chirping a few moments ago and Estelle was making her way home. She hadn't meant to be out this long but then she didn't mean to do many things. No matter how much she planned, she was begining to see that things rarely went according to plan. She tip-toed around mushrooms, making sure to step right into any rings and...

Running through the forest, I try to look for my friends. But it’s no use, and my heart splinters beside my aching lungs as I realize they might all be dead. My legs are aching. I slump against a tree and glance around. I think I’ve lost the killer, but just as I start running, my vision blurs, and I slip into the darkness. You are probably wondering who I am and what on earth is going on. Well I'll tell you....

He ran, blood thrumming through his veins, stomach churning, sweat permeating every inch of his clothing.

It was only when he’d reached the edge of the world, the vast black nothingness of the ocean stretched out as far as the eye could see, illuminated by the slumbering sun further down the horizon, that the underlying guilt decided to dawn on him with a sudden gush of vitriol, searing away at his conscience. The adrenaline rush kicked in, the thought of...

He ran, blood thrumming through his veins, stomach churning, sweat permeating every inch of his clothing.

It was only when he’d reached the edge of the world, the vast black nothingness of the ocean stretched out as far as the eye could see, illuminated by the slumbering sun further down the horizon, that the underlying guilt decided to dawn on him with a sudden gush of vitriol, searing away at his conscience. The adrenaline rush kicked in, the thought of...

Lucy measured out with a heart-sized blue scoop, One cup, and smoothed out the peak with her finger. Into the metal bowl it powdered. She slid the square Tupperware full of sugar across the kitchen island, the sunshine beaming through the pouring rain now slowed to a drizzle outside the kitchen window. A lined shadow would've fallen onto Lucy’s face from the blinds, but the way the light diffused into the white streaks and piles of cloud, how it...

Purple and blue was the sky as day turned to night. The remaining leaves on the trees danced in the gentle breeze. Judith walked down the sidewalk in the light of the soft streetlights. Something about this moment felt so serene to Judith. So serene that Judith wished it wouldn’t end even before she passed the park and trekked up to the top of the hill.      Judith felt fuzzy and warm inside despite the cold, crisp air. As Judith...

    She knew it was there, though her eyes remained closed. She could envision the entire room without having to open them. The gold trimmed mirror, the wooden chest which laid at its feet. The retired piano which stood, untouched, waiting to be brought back to life. The painting. She knew it was there, she could feel it. And there it lay unassuming on the floor waiting to be seen, the strokes of oil paint which protruded the surface of its...

Nina's smile vanished when she spotted that streak of yellow-green hair.
Judy. That traitor.
They wore the gray T-Shirts, masks, and wristbands of the Naturalists; blending in amidst the soaring complexes and somber sky, swarming before the purple-plus-sign buildings. She'd numbed herself to their shrieks long ago; waving cheerfully from her platform, watching the robots spray down the horde of protestors. 

She silently gulped her fifth cup of CALM-omile Tea. She’d used up the last packet in her leather...