Part 2 The first part was always the easiest, pretty much doing nothing for the first few weeks of college except forming relations and just getting your clock started that you’re really going to be locked into an institution for the next couple of years. Sometimes, it felt like a prison, with a set schedule,... Continue Reading →


Part1 "At the end of the day, you get to come back home and relax," Tom said to himself in the bathroom mirror as he prepared for his first day. "Dude! Are you..okay? It's been an hour, we're going to be late," his new roommate whispered on the door from the outside. Lucky for Tom,... Continue Reading →

All I have

I sometimes dream of you Of you holding me Of you calling me And I just wake up smiling I sometimes wish you were here Or I was there Or I could hear your voice again And just listen to you all day I wish I could have somehow saved you So you could have... Continue Reading →

First hit

We used to run away together to smoke cigarettes and I'd throw stones on your window so your mom wouldn’t know I was there. She always thought I was a bad influence and I let her believe that even though we started because of you, but she didn't need to know that. You were the... Continue Reading →

Anti-Xeno, Pro-Rainbow

"You ready to do this, Captain?" At what point does one decide to turn back? The patriotism and adrenaline which had been pumping through each crew member had, at that point, almost depleted out. It was time for them to live up to their name and actually take on the initiative. "Forty-six hours into the... Continue Reading →

the end of the tunnel

This was the moment he had been reading about; the defining moment. After reading so many books and listening to podcasts talking about seizing the moment and opportunity, it was actually time to seize. For the first time in his life, he decided to just jump into it without overthinking anything, putting his all into... Continue Reading →


I dreamt about you last night It felt so real I could feel your touch I could taste the food you made for me Felt so real that it tasted like last time You told me not to worry Not to worry about anything Because you're watching over me Over me, each and every day... Continue Reading →

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