She lay on the psychiatrist’s couch and he told her to relax and think of a special place. Jenny was finding it very difficult in concentrating and thinking of a special place. The psychiatrist then intervened in order to help her and said ‘If we want to remember what something was really like Jenny, it helps if we use our five senses’. She began to think about her holiday las...

Meet, Ava. Shes a mixed up, 25 year old girl.. who lives in a world of confusion and disappointment. She hasn't yet discovered her place in life. She needs something, or someone, but she seems to think that thats not possible for her. She has been locked up in a mental institution for 8 years. Read her story to experience her troubled world. --------------------------------------------------------...

It alone the memories of the hazy past were hurtful enough to bring me to my knees, imagine just what it was to come back to a reality with her. She didnt see pain, she fed on you; and she liked it. she said things that made your back tingle, and your skin would creep in goosebumps by the mere her prescence only. Being beautiful was unbelievable, being beautiful her trade. Her sin? Not having done...

Orange. An orange mist fills the air, nothing else makes the landscape, might as well be blind... no shapes, no horizon. An intense heat fills every pore of your skin.The ground is soft as talcum, riddled with rough pebbles. On a slope, you try to get up but slide to the floor.The dust floor start to cover you. You look up and try to make sense of all this. From time to time you see things. The ai...

I remember gazing into the dark, empty room that once belonged to my brother Chaz. It had been exactly two years since I had seen him last or even thought about him. Chaz and I had always been close, so it was painful to think about anything bad that could've happened to him. Murdered, kidnapped, and tortured ran through my mind, and it drove me crazy when I thought about all the things that coul...

She holds me in her arms. I feel warm. Warm as I could ever feel. I know I love her. I smile and she kisses my forehead. I suddenly feel better. "Go to sleep, Little Bear." she tells me calmly. That's my nickname, Little bear. My eyes shut and I hear her feet leave the room and the door shut. I drift off to a deep sleep until morning.When I wake up, I find her and my mom in the kitchen. ...

When I fell down here for a very first time, I felt absolutely lost, but one thing was clear to me - this is my dream. The trees that reached up to the night sky, were twisted hands, and the grass… The grass was so green; seemed like, it pulled itself up, by its roots and danced away in the air; no place on Earth have never gave me so much freshness as I gave to the world in my dream. That...

I had already seen it. Hundreds of times, actually. This time was no different, but good god! Life can be so boring if you don't go out of your way to make it not so. And so, this was the time. My time. My unbore. I would have to use magic to unbore myself of my life. What the hell that means is news to me. I'm no magician. Merlin? Yeah. Not me. Magic isn't part of my world. Never liked w...

"They are all DEAD, Mildred! Dead! As in NOT GOING ANYWHERE or terminally stinky!" I kinda looked at my mother crooked. First of all, my name was not, by any stretch of the imagination, Mildred, but she knew that. Of course. And second of all..and the second of all was an even bigger deal. "Mother, they are not exactly dead." Her mouth, my mother's froze in &qu...

Jason knew better, but he let the gate swing open when he tapped it. He'd stood in the same spot before, and he'd been curious. He'd tapped it before, too...but he'd never known the gate to open. His tap, previously must have been somewhat less...committed, maybe. He took a deep breath and lightly touched the top of the first picket on the once-white gate. The wood felt smooth, as...