There really wasn't any stopping it. It wasn't my fault that my skin was as dark as the night, or my nose was broader than any other's, my hair was always rough looking and broke easily. There was nothing I could do, because to them I will and always will be, the black girl. HR: #3 Short Story Graphic by caesium-
Cigarettes, lilac skies and poetry at 3am: sixteen-year-old Pietro ''Pit'' Rossi knows the adrenaline of feeling empty and infinite at the same time. With the reputation of a goofy idiot who doesn't care about anything at all, getting held back at school doesn't seem like a problem. But it is. Because Pit cares about...
BLACK MIRROR meets PRETTY LITTLE LIARS in this multimedia thriller where an anonymous advice website gets hacked and the dark origins of the site start to come to light. (shortlisted for the 2017 wattys, #1 in mystery/thriller)
Det tilsynelatende uskyldige influensaviruset hadde tatt fra henne alt. Etter morens tragiske død hadde Marley Noels familie gått i oppløsning. Faren begynte å drikke. Broren sluttet å komme på besøk fra college. Hun trodde det ikke kunne bli verre. Men alt dette var før orkanen kom. Den oppsto fra ingenting, og tok m...
"En løvinne viser aldri at hun har tapt," sa jeg og smilte tappert i det jeg hevet haken mot han. Han smilte skeivt før han tok et skritt nærmere mot meg, til det var bare var et par centimeter som skilte oss. Jeg holdt pusten og kjente atmosfæren endre seg. "Har du glemt at en løvinne alltid har en løve som hun b...