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She didn't like what she saw. Staring at her in the mirror was this pretty girl with elegant poise that complemented her stature. On her were intricate layers of folds that defined her dainty figure, and the dark shades of purple slightly evident from the main black tone of her dress. Although the attire, she expected, would catch the eyes of all the guys, the void of a pleasing smile was very apparent. Cassandra's eyes had swollen; the crying she had done the past few days had done a great deal. Unsatisfied, she still maintained her posture in front of the mirror. After realizing she had stared at herself for quite some time now, she tried

The story below you is somewhat a blurred representation that I encounter every time I wonder what went wrong, an account of the greatly disappointed and hopeful, and the memories that I've held on to for quite some time. Everything was pitch black at first. Of course it was. The lights were off, I'm comfortably tucked into my bed and I have no other thing to do but sleep. I am tired, but I somehow want to stay away from rest itself. Dreams are my only escape from reality, the only place where I can have things which I could normally not. Dreams have this annoying way of disappointing you the next morning when you realize how surreal it was,

She was so adventurous, it was hard to keep up. I did my best to follow her all around the park, pretending I couldn't keep up with her. She always found it funny that I couldn't reach her. She had that bright smile that cheered me up very much. Her smile, every time she would turn around and stick out her tongue, was very pretty. "Hey!" She said, sitting beside me on the bench. "You're tired already?" She challenged, her witty remarks always hit me where I was weakest. "Of course not!" I retorted, standing up to prove myself. "Well good! Whoever reaches the big apple tree on the other side of the park last will have to buy us something

Nine o' clock. I wonder where she is. Did something happen? She must be stuck in traffic or something. I wonder why, though. I planned this evening to be one of the most memorable evenings she'll ever have. And yet, she's still not here. I wonder what happened to her. "Uh, sir, would you like your... um. receipt now?" He was just standing there, nodding his head, hoping I get the message. I wonder what happened. She was looking forward to this day a lot, and... I don't know. The long drive home seemed harder with an empty stomach. With this traffic, I'm going to get home in an hour. It's funny. I'm alone in this car, jammed in traffic, an

It may be called the dream world, but really now. Do people really dream about these things? The valley of rainbows used to be the most colorful and most dominant dreams found in these lands. I must have not noticed the drastic change because I have stayed for quite some time already. But really now! Madness. suicide. pressure. stress. Of all the things to dream about, why trouble yourself? In a place where anything you want can happen, why not want for the things that makes you happy? "They don't know what they want." said an eerie voice quietly, a dark figure nearing Matthew. "So, they think of things they're handling because they are c

I don’t care anymore. This life is nothing without her. A void of reasoning is growing inside me and it’s eating me up. Finding out that she doesn’t care? That she doesn’t love me? It just breaks me apart. To remember that all the memories we spent that I worked so hard for meanth NOTHING is driving me crazy. The wasted moments, the false hopes. Friends, family, school. Nothing meant anything anymore. Even life. We are here at the scene of the alleged homicide. As you can see, there are scattered tire tracks and a broken rail that outlooks outward to the sea. This cliff side is currently surrounded with rescue teams

I close my eyes. I feign sleep. Noise? No, they are voices. Voices that are oblivious to observation. Carefully silencing each frequency, I tune in to nothing in hope for peace. Instead of peace, I find… I find a lovely woman sitting by the quadrangle, her eyes wandering off to the spacious field. She seems content with who she is. Is she? She turns to find me scrutinizing every single detail she has. Who wouldn’t do the same for the woman he loves? The world tunes back in, and I am forcefully waken to prison.

I’m trapped. And of all the worlds to be stuck in so helplessly, I’m in the swirling void of the waking world. My eyes wide awake, I can’t seem to drift away. The memory of lethargy draws me closer to the brink of sleep, but just as I am about to dream, my eyes widen. I’m awake, once again. It seems that sleep is my only excuse for being away from living, but now that I have unconsciously stolen that excuse… Wide awake, shaking hands, nervous eyes, I face life.