People expect too much of you even when you are trying your best. Society screams: "You have to put more make up on!" "Your body isn't thin enough! Oh my God, lose some weight!" "You are eighteen and still a virgin? There must be something wrong with you!" "Anxiety? Young people keep inventing God knows what to draw attention to themselves." And your parents want what is best for you. So they tell you to study really hard in secondary school, to not mix with the wrong people, to get a degree in college and work professionally. But is that really what is best for you? And how do you define wrong people? ___________________________________________________ My name is Phoenix, I am eighteen years old, and I suffer from anxiety. Every day is a constant struggle from when I get up in the morning until I lie back down on my soft, warm, secure pillow again. I did not get into college, and now I am stuck doing a Maths course until next spring. My friend and former classmates, unlike me, got into the university they wanted. They have achieved so much more than I, and I am extremely behind everyone else. My parents do not seem to understand me and cannot afford to pay for a psychologist. Going outside is scary, and facing problems on my own is terrifying, and trying to show that I am confident is mortifying and tiring. What do I do?

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- 'The phone killer' and 'Be quiet heart, leave it part' have been published in an American newspaper! I have written many poems. These are just the title of some of them and what they are about. Just read below, it might or might not be your cup of tea. After all, poetry is hard and unique. "To my loving brother" is a poem dedicated to my brother. "To my sister when I leave home" is a poem dedicated to my sister. "Our sarcastic future" is a poem about the Snowflake generation. "I'll be there for you" is dedicated to anyone who is depressed or hurt in any other way. "Love, respect, help and care for difference, please." is about injustice made by the world. "Screaming is not enough anymore- I don't know what is" is a poem capturing the emotions and thoughts a child with disabilities might expirience. (Not specific about anyone or any content) "To my great friend" is a poem about a wonderful friend I had. "The night's message" is a poem about a dream my sister had. "Our batman" is a poem about a great friend I have. "To my treasuring mum" is a poem abouy my kind and robust and amazing mum. "To Ms. O'Mahoney- Thank you" is a poem dedicated to my teacher who is a good friend of mine.

Under a starry sky, Alessia is lost in her thoughts, questioning her value as a person. For six years she has been living her life and succumbing to her gloomy mind. But a ghostly visit from someone she gave up on a long time ago shatters her whole world and bursts her somber bubble. Will she stay the same after this visit? Will it change her forever? And most importantly, will she find her soul again? Let's read it together and delve into Alessia's life to find out. This Short Story was written in March 2020. All rights reserved.

A group of friends welcome a new girl, Harper in school. They seem to be getting on fine until the unexpected happens, Harper starts being different every day almost like a different person every time. One of the girls of the group of friends, Rice feels there is something unknown happening in Harper's life, something which is forbidden to know by anyone else other than Harper. Rice's curiousity grows stronger and she sets to investigate with her friends. Will they discover Harper's secret? And if they do what might happen to them?

Sienna wakes up in a white room alone. She doesn't remember how she got there or who she is. Why is she trapped in here? What happened? Why can't she remember? And what is this place? Is it an asylum? Is it a hospital? Is it a laboratory? Can it be a combination of all three? And the question that terrifies her most of all, is she insane? What happens when death comes knocking at your door? And what if the answers you seek are there? Do you open the door? Or do you stay put? And if don't open the door, who's to say death won't find another way in?