I do what I do best: run. I run as fast as my body will physically allow me. Down the hallways and round sharp corners I run, not daring to look back at the damage I’ve caused. The deeper I run into the building the faster the smoke smothers me in its blanket of darkness. …
the world is boundlessly cruel so don’t believe your mother’s lies that the world is sincerely beautiful because when the sun dies down it turns dismal and bleary so don’t pay heed to your father’s promises that the sun is ethereal and the anchor to heaven itself when the moon is alit there is a …
The school loomed like a fortress, its impressive structure casting shadows over the trembling students. As the class rose from their seats, mistaking their motionlessness for a routine lockdown procedure. Despite the eerie, deafening silence, vibrations thrummed in the distance, a haunting melody that sent shivers down my spine. It wasn’t the familiar hum of …
So where do you draw the line When the thoughts are thinking and they come back so intertwined It’s so thin the desperation between something you should have and something you need Because there’s not enough time to thicken the sweet thin line The face stays calm while the bullets spinning around my head do …
Fear. Blood. Tears. Regret. Death. That is how our lives are. We live in a world which was once beautiful. Which once had blankets of meadow. Luscious green grass, a thing called trees which swayed with the wind and watched over us. A thing called flowers and animals. We used to have stars sprinkled across …
