I was almost there, the finish line just one step ahead and suddenly there was a 'peep peep' sound and then a thud as I reached for the sound making my victory seem a dream. I was on the wooden floor fortunately I was wrapped in my blue warm blanket which seemed to me as a life savor. The sun rays gleamed through the glass window as a gate crasher to my beautiful dream. It was 6am and I had...

Wrapped within a blue shade, she puts her smile on her darkest fears. Her dark black pupils are symbol of ice but within that hides a white spark, a white spot which looks for joy at one curve and at other searches a way out to control her emotions from spilling out. Her clear smile with white teeths shown and stretched along within a limit shows her hope and joy within  these white teeth and wide smile lies all the...

When I entered Hershweary Middle School, in Citrus Seed, FL, I felt fine. Like an abnormally clumsy being, but fine. Walking in from the bus I stumbled twice, tripped three times, and nearly had a nasty face plant. (Now do you see what I mean by clumsy?) Anyhow, Middle School was perfect…until I got in the gym.
There were jocks tripping over themselves just trying to get to the football that was bouncing in every direction except towards them. There...

Okay just a note before I write it, this is supposed to be for an assignment (pick a book and summarize it) and it's supposed to be in our own language (Filipino) so I had to write it in English first before I translate it to Filipino otherwise I will never be able to do it (or at least it would be really difficult)

Characters 
Sarah Paulson  "Sadye Paulson"
Douglas Howard "Demi"
Lyle
Nannette Watson
Candie
Isabella "Iz"
Theo
Blake ...

She killed herself while being in love. He held her body in his arms. As if he didn’t mean to harm her.  So he held her down, tightly, tightly, tightly. Until he didn’t hold her anymore. 
He knew she was dying. He left her there to die. As if that would mean he spared her of life’s cruelty. What a joke. Mercy was the last thing she wanted.  So she took the matter into her own hands. If these were...

There's something magical about being in New York. It's underneath the sounds of taxi drivers honking as they try (with no avail) to beat the traffic, underneath the indignant shouts of hey! I'm walking here from irritated pedestrians, underneath the sizzle of sausages at a hot dog vendor's cart and the oohing and aahing of Chinese tourists and the ping of a quarter dropping into a tired guitarist's half-empty jar at a subway station. It's a hum, a...

Love.
Such a simple word but yet holds so much meaning. 

I love you,
or do I love the idea of being in love?
I love helping others,
or do I love the idea of being recognised in the process?

Do we claim to love something superficially but there is actually a deeper meaning behind it?
Sometimes the word “love” is so carelessly used that we don’t think much about it before saying.

So what exactly do we love?

The...

My Monday night

I hit my head,
some days ago
when I fell,
from my toes.

Blood ran,
all over me,
on the floor,
to my knees.

In horror she called,
and my neighbour came,
on her lap,
is where I lay.

Call an ambulace,
are words I heard,
when my breaths were short,
and sight blurred.

Go by yourselves,
it will go quicker,
to the ER,
no time to bicker.

I lay down,
a towel to my head,
in...

A breath is the decider between success or failure.

Do you panic or do you calm down?
Do you rise from the water or keep swiming?
Do you burst out into laughter or remain composed?
Do you move on to the next life or live?
It all depends on a breath.

You forgot to tie the rope...

“I love you.”
A hard lump clogged my throat. It seemed like forever since I’d heard him say those words. Had it only been last week?
It seemed impossible that so much could happen in such a short period of time.
“We’re just not meant for each other, Sierra.”
Then he walked away.
As though I’d never existed. I’d given him my heart, then he pushed it over a cliff. I watched as it plummeted down, down, down,...

I think I’ve finally remembered
what it was like when I was
not lonely;
being annoyed by notifications
that were actually looking
for my attention
seems like
a ridiculous notion,
but I stopped giving my
attention away because
I’d never break even  -
And now I don’t even
come close. 

Fate

During the funeral, when the preist went on and on about how god missed his angel and had to bring her home, I thought about the real reason Sarah died.

It was a car crash that killed her. She was driving alone one night when a speeding car missed the red light and hit her from the side. Her head smashed into the window and her small body was crushed by the jeep. Some might say this was the...

I’m on a train-
I’ve never ridden before.
It started out slow but
It’s getting faster,
The rumbling of it shakes my core

It’s speeding up and I don’t know wether to stay or to go
If I go I might die but I have a chance to live free
If I stay I might crash but I have a chance to live for these last few
hours, days, weeks
until it finally ends in a firey explosion

Or
Maybe ...

There are many poem types, but considering
In comparison to my favourite, they are all gimmicks
My favourite of all time
Is that beautiful rhyme,
The wonderful, beautiful Limerick.

Winter tastes like the moment when you put a peppermint in your mouth and you follow it up with water. It's a moment of regret. You thought it would be sweet, but instead, it's cold. It doesn't have the warm gold honey of summer or the dark chocolate of autumn or the simple sugar of spring; instead, it is sharp, biting, harsh. Can a peppermint cut your tongue? It sure feels like it. You long for something richer. Anything.

Actor: David Tennant's real name is David McDonald. He was born in Scotland in 1971 and plays the tenth doctor.

Tech: Sonic Screwdriver that does just about everything from opening doors to bursting chains; 3D glasses to see what has been  in a parallel universe and what hasn’t; Chameleon Arch that rewrites every cell in your body; Perception Filter that, once worn, direct people’s gaze away from you. He also built a ‘Timey-Wimey Detector’, which I can not describe as...

I am starting my day with a poem in my mind,
Which matters a lot,
A song in my heart,
Which shines darkly through,
A sweet melody in my ears,
Which cries out loud.
Now I am wondering, imagining, dreaming,
What does harmony mean to us?
It is the time when the world gets together as one.
All of us together,
Our looks, food, culture other differences are put aside and together we revive and survive.
What if this harmony...

There are lots of sorts of Daleks and I will try to cover all of them to keep you well equipped.

1. Davros - A Kaled scientist, lives in the base of Dalek armour - as in what's left of him. Has an electronic eye. So yeah, creepy. And dangerous. Basically, keep away. From anything Dalek.
2. Original Dalek - Actually called Kaleds. They have an eye stalk (the only weak spot), a gun that looks like a whisk, a suction-cup that looks like...

Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. But once the man boards the ship, the wish leaves, stranding the man alone.

If only I had known this before I boarded the crowded boat full of other "Picture brides."

My left hand held a small handmade weaved bag, filled with my worldly goods and my right hand held a photograph of my husband-to-be, who waited for me in San Francisco. I was seventeen, which to my father, was...

He sank.
Stretching his arms toward the wavering point of light above him, he descended into the depths. Tears floated and drifted upwards, intertwining with iridescent air bubbles and bitter salt. Eventually, the light faded and the water turned murky black. Within the first ten minutes of contact with seawater, his neural interface had all but disintegrated. 
No longer grasping wildly, no longer yearning mildly, fingers curled onto and into themselves, the joints crackling and fizzling, as he rescinded his hands...

She has her face buried in her hands, crying.
You don’t know why, yet you still comfort her.
Her sobs are ugly, but you don’t really mind.
“It’ll be okay,” you whisper to her, gently.
She continues, almost as if she didn’t hear you
Do words really speak louder than actions?
Or do actions impact more than words?
Decause as soon as she felt your touch,
Her tears began to dry.

Prologue

All I see is darkness. All I feel is weightless. Suspended in a fluid. Warm, comfortable and protected. Safe. 

Something’s different. Ugh! I’m being pushed through an opening much too small. 

Light floods into my eyes, blinding me. I start crying, taking great gulps of air that is much too cold, in a place that’s much too bright, with noises that are much too loud.

“Congratulations,” I hear a woman say.

“You have a healthy daughter.”

New hands wrap...

Our tree is dying. I try and tell this to the Starpeople, but they can’t hear me. That, or they won’t listen. I tell them anyways, projecting my thoughts up towards the sky, towards the little silver specks in which they live. Do they see it? Do they see how the branches are becoming stiff and brittle, how the leaves are curling back upon themselves? They gave us this  tree. Don’t they care to preserve it?
The sky goes from...

I write because I want the world to hear the stories buzzing in my head. I write so that i may scrawl my demons onto a page instead of allowing them to scar my mind. I write to keep my experiences from being forgotten. I write in order to build myself into a better version of myself. I write because I can't stand the silence of an empty page. I write as an act of protest against those who would...