Jerome worked as an engineer at a large company. Every day, he brought home something new to show to his children.

What kid ever received a letter back in return? Sure, lots of us write to Santa Clause every year, but who besides me ever gets a reply?

Nora was in love with a man that didn’t love her. Yet he was her escape from life, he couldn’t escape her mind no matter how hard she tried. Nora moved to another city, she thought moving around would make her feel better. She attempted to let go of her lover to try to recover.

In the end, it wasn’t his fault Nor was it hers.

It was a hard night of sleeping and I was tossing and turning, so I flipped on my side, facing the wall as the back of my hand brushed against something, pulsating, I had touched it. And when I flipped onto my other side, turning my back to it, it took that moment… to pounce.

The door creaked open, revealing a long forgotten room. Hesitance filled the orphan’s stomachs but that feeling soon wore off. Hand in hand, they inched forward.

“I’ll tell yer one thing” my dad told me, “if it’s it’s a circle it will bounce back, if it’s a square then leave it right there” I don’t know what it means; I’m beginning to suspect he had shape-syndrome, a study I’ve recently taken part of as a a psychiatrist is training.

Marc and Joline had been friends for many years. Despite long gaps in communication, their reunions felt familiar and comforting as if no time had passed. They quickly fell back into the easy camaraderie that characterized their friendship.

Do you know the muffin man, who lives on Drury Lane? Well I do and boy do I have a story about how I met him. It was a fairly boring day, as Mondays usually are, and I was driving to work when suddenly a Muffin delivery truck ran a red light in front of me and crashed into a wall

It was an ordinary day at the office of the private eye, if it weren't for the fact that my boss was out because of a cold. I wanted to close the office, but no, no, my boss had insisted I at least take in any cases people wanted him to investigate.

It was definitely not the way things were supposed to be done, but we did it, and all promised to never speak about it again.

Abigail stood in shock staring at her father's mutilated corpse. She couldn't even find it within her to cry.

Det var en gång för länge sedan, i en liten by i norra Åbo, bodde en bonde och hans hustru.

“So,” he crossed his arms, his lips drawn down in a scowl. “How did you die this time?”

"Nay, not the enchanted milk!" cried the maiden, her hands trembling. for she knew well the magic it contained. "Ah but it is actually enchanted whip cream!" The squire proclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement. "It could bring you many prospects... as long as you try it."

Today was the day. The cucumber sacrifice ritual I was supposed to host was going to start in an instant. I knew the Cats kingdom needed me to hold this event, as I was the only cat in town who did not suffer from cucumbofphobia. It was my duty. Yet here I was, hesitating.

While cleaning out her grandmother's attic, Eliza finds a box of old letters. "Mum, did you know about these?" she asks, holding up a faded envelope.

In this world, you are the victim or the offender, and I refuse to be the victim.

I had never really lived for myself, always determined to put others in front of me. However one day I met Lucia, and I didn’t notice how far I had gone till I noticed the bodies littering the ground.

On Tuesday, Megan found herself looking at her self in the mirror without recognising herself?

Norah betrayed at the locker room. judge Cook drank house of worship

Jase Short was burning his dinner again.

The cannon had taken them all out, he was the only one left now, however they continued to fire, and he didn’t have much time left.

Elliot’s foot tapped furiously on the hardwood. Whatever the results were would change the trajectory of his life. His mother sat across from him, stone-faced as ever. He could see her silently praying. She did that when she was nervous.

Yes I fondly reminisce of the times we shared. It is not often I find a genuine soul who cares for me and recognizes I too have a soul. It was an enthralling melding of two people which I rarely if ever experience. I miss that person and wish to see them once more.

The students stumbled out of the underground library like a horde of academic zombies.

On a weekend hike, Gregory finds a forgotten cabin. "Do you think anyone still lives here?" he wonders aloud, peering through the dusty window.

Cheating exes are a bit like Google. Useful until they annoy you with their constant tracking your location. No, my ex isn't a stalker. He's just...

Dakota was a part time pilot but later became a full time bodyguard. today was a normally day, the sun was out and the sky was blue. though his normal day was about to change when he saw a abandoned lake house...

Life being glass shards. The story written by you. Look in your mirror.