General-Fiction

 The dreamscape was only the beginning of their friendship. They met often, in both dreams and reality – sharing their troubles on either side. No one else needed to know about it. In Animus City, you weren't allowed to connect dreamscapes. It was illegal. But for Wade and Carol, it was the way they could endure the harsh pains of life together. Wade and Carol sat on the tall town hall building, overlooking the falling sun. Dark shadows cast over the cars and small buildings. People were ants on the street. None of the pedestrians noticed two teenagers sitting high up on a rooftop. The pedestrians passed the buildings slowly, with thei

PLEASE NOTE: All events have been exaggerated and fictionalized. Any likeness to reality is inspired from it or just purely coincidental. ______________________________________________ Ugly Dressed in skinny jeans with black high heels and a baby doll shirt, she stared off into the audience and walked slowly to the center of the stage. Bright lights flashed in her eyes, but she didn't mind. She was going to live her dream of being a singer. She knew her boyfriend cheered her on backstage. Her right hand latched onto the microphone ever so gently as she graced the people before her with a smile. She rarely smiles. The music started and she

PLEASE NOTE: All events have been exaggerated and fictionalized. Any likeness to reality is inspired from it or just purely coincidental. Please read artist's comments afterwards to understand more. ______________________________________________ So Long, Goodbye, Adios Perhaps it was better this way. I have no reason to see him. His flaws are countless. I can forget about him. He didn't understand where I came from. He led me on. She wasn't the prettiest, yet not bad looking either. Never dated. Never had a boyfriend. Never been kissed by men outside her family. Never been confessed to. Never knew of any guys that had any interest in her

That Which is Love Love. That which fuses two hearts as one, that which empowers men to move mountains, that which causes maidens to wait eternities for departed soldiers, that angel which is known as "love." Love. That which causes hearts to split asunder, that which causes men to forsake all reason, that which causes maidens to give their bodies and souls to robbers and brigands, that evil known as "love." It is a wondrous feeling, like floating on a cushion of warmth, a joy incomparable to anything else. My most precious gift, tender and sweet, given to the one I care about the most. It feels like a dull ache, a never-ending hole in my

Today, someone proposed to me. It was at Venice beach, when we had just arrived in the sand. I didn't know what to say. It was a little black boy, stumbling and laughing as he dropped low on one knee and blurted out the words. His friends were behind him, in a crowd, laughing. They had dared him. It didn't matter that I was in a wheelchair, with my mother behind me, her mouth agape. It didn't matter that I was thirty-two, overweight, bespectacled, and unable to move from the neck up. Or that the wheelchair was so sunk in the sand that we couldn't even move away. All I could do was listen to the laughter all around me, and notice their