There was always something wrong about the decorations my father guarded so carefully. After all, he would never let us get inside. Caleb and I tried many times, but we would always be caught right when

Hi, I’m Noctis. While this isn’t my first post here, I have yet to introduce myself, so here goes. I’ve always been drawn to books, drawing, and anything creative. As a kid, though, I didn’t always have

All this suffering—for what? I dragged myself through years of school, even while sick, even when bullied, and even when it felt hopeless. Now I sit here with another letter of rejection in my hands, the

I still remember that day… It was a cold New England morning when I met that person. He gave me a metal box along with a letter that I was to deliver to a manor located on a small island off the coast

He used to take pride in what he had. Everything always went his way: the praise from his family, the admiring glances and words of idolization from the neighbors; it was all very surreal. It almost felt