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(Trigger warning: sexual violence) I don’t want to go to this party. My friend Alyssa gave me an invite earlier this week, and I said yes. Such a stupid decision. I already knew that I didn’t want to go. Four days isn’t a long time to change my mind. But I said yes anyways. I knock on the door, my fingers shut in a tight grip. I can hear music erupting from the inside of the flat. Poor neighbours! Alyssa greets me with that shining smile, that irresistible shining smile. I don’t have ...
“Sleep tight darling! I love you.” Dina’s mother whispered in her ear and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Dina curled up under the quilt and closed her eyes, welcoming sleep. The weight from her parent on the kid-sized bed lifted as her mother left the room and turned off the lights on her way. Eight-year-old Dina had almost fallen into the world of dreams when her dad’s voice shouted from the living room.Â
Leonora slowly opened her eyelids and let her eyes observe the surroundings. She lay in a fluffy bed, with a whirlwind of soft fabrics comforting her. The airy room was furnished with a combination of faint turquoise and deep brown. Leonora’s heart began to pulsate fast, both inside her chest and loudly in her head. Panic crept in, even if she didn’t want it to. Where was she? How did she end up here?
The darkness was coming. How I knew it, I couldn’t explain. But it was coming for us and one thing was clear in my mind. I needed to flee. My dad had already begun running and he was screaming my name over and over again, his voice gaining more and more strength. His legs hit the asphalt with the speed of drumsticks, played by a skilled drummer. His voice roaring my name started to get overpowered by the rain which gushed from the grey cloud-covered heaven. One s...
This is a story about Adam Robins. An ordinary name for such an unusual boy. As a kid Adam rarely talked. Instead, he drew. When he had access to pens, paint, markers or anything that could leave a mark on paper, he created art. At first his parents Tom and Melissa saw his passion for creating as a good thing. They often bragged about their son’s artistic abilities and encouraged Adam to continue. He became quieter and quieter as time rolled by and more obsessed with his ar...
“Happy new year!” We all shrieked ignoring the fact that our mouths were filled with creamy cheesecake, as the numbers on our phones switched to 00.00. Miranda, Devin and I ran to the porsche, just in time to see the first set of fireworks exploding in the night sky. It was chilly outside, but the happiness of watching the colorful lights dancing across the dark sea of heaven together with my closest friends made it feel like we could’ve been standing in Thailand, in the mi...
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