The Best Thing About MondaysThe best thing about Mondays is the anxiety that floods into my body, starting at my feet and slowly rising up into my guts, my chest, my throat. It drowns me.The Best Thing About Mondays23 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wake up when it's still dark outside, and I rub the troubled sleep from my eyes with tired hands. I leave the warmth of my bed to face the cold day ahead of me.
The best thing about Mondays is waiting for my eyes to adjust to the morning gloom as they focus on old scrapbooks and half-finished novels I've lost interest in reading. I'm slowly removing myself from my own life.
I get dressed in the dark, hair falling in messy tangles down my back. As I sling my bag over my shoulder, my glasses fall down the bridge of my nose, but I can't bring myself to care.
The best thing about Mondays is when I step outside my building and the chill in the air is enough for my breath to be seen and for goosebumps to rise in waves over my skin. My mind tells me it's cold, but I feel no difference in my bones.
The best thing about Mondays is clim
I Love you so, so Much it HurtsHiro never liked being trapped in small spaces, and he never liked the idea of being alone in small spaces either. Luckily Tadashi was always the one to help him out. He knew that Hiro was embarrassed by his morbid fear of small spaces. So he kept it quiet to keep Hiro happy. Luckily on a day like today Hiro had Tadashi to be there for him when it came to his claustrophobia. They were leaving the university one day after Tadashi had shown him some new stuff that he was working on. The boys then entered the elevator and began to head up.I Love you so, so Much it Hurts6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
However the elevator gave out halfway up and the boys found themselves trapped inside. "Oh my God! were stuck!" Hiro stuttered as he started clutching the wall in fear. "No! no we can't be stuck! I don't wanna be stuck in here! we need to get out! it's too cramped in here! and the walls are closing in! and why does it feel so hot in here?!" Hiro started to fumble with his sweater feeling sweat pouring down his face.
"And.. and.. and!" Hiro couldn't spea
Golden Rule: Scarred MessageGolden Rule: Scarred MessageGolden Rule: Scarred Message1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey Ashni." Spoke Seiko as Ashni turned to him. He was holding a piece of mail that was dipped in brown. There was a red seal on it. Ashni blinked as Seiko continued "Here's to you, my queen." "Thank... you?" Ashni asked, blinking again. Seiko took it as an excuse and exited out of Ashni's room. She looked at the mail before her and blinked. She shouldn't have received any mail at this time of day. She glanced around at the room before allowing her right paw to open the flap of the mail. Releasing it from its prison, she took out the black piece of paper. She blinked again and raised her eyebrow. "This... wasn't expected." She wondered as she stood up. Walking across the room, she came across her own dipping paint and a group of clippers hanged above her.
She dipped the black paper into the paint and took it out. The drops of white dripped underneath as Ashni wiped the paper with her paw and hanged it up using one of the clippers. She gave