Have you ever wondered if things that you believe in are not as true as you thought them to be? Have you ever struggled with moments of doubts and fears? Well, guess what? We all have. Doubts crop up. Fear trues to scare us, but you can either choose to live as a skeptic, or embrace your humanity and move on. It's your choice.

I'm in love. Madly. Crazily. Completely... foolishly. "Foolishly?" you ask? Oh yes.Foolishly. "No!" you cry,throwing your hands up and shaking your head at my apparent idiocy. "How can you be foolishly in love?" I shake my head at your idiocy and tsk. "You are naive.You know not what love is." You still don't believe me? Okay.Let me tell you a story; not one of perfection and happy endings,but of a heroine turned villain. Guess whose story it is? You're right. It's mine.

This is not a collection of poems. It's a story that begins with a poem. 🎆 Dove's eyes She is real, but then she's not. She's an illusion of some sort. Her silhoutte is like an Angel's- of that, I am sure. She doesn't walk like we do, 'cause she's not human like we are. She's far too beautiful to be true, definitely a long way better than good. Her smile brightens the world- my world- like a thousand suns. Perfection is her name, in every single way. But what strikes me most in that flawless face, are those two orbs of light that seem like an endless maze, drawing me in to swim in their depths. Eyes that aren't human's, for they're too beautiful to be true. Eyes that speak more than fables- of a love that's tried and true. But most of all, of such indescribable peace, that it seems to me that She isn't real. Maybe She's human, maybe She's not. But one thing I know for sure, is that those eyes that speak volumes, remind me of a symbol of peace- something we don't see so often, but brings a smile to my face- A dove. * This is not a collection of poems. It's a story that begins with a poem.

What happens when a fiery redhead finds her soulmate? They live happily ever after, right? But what if that didn't happen? What if Red means more than the colour of her hair, more than an endearment bestowed by her lover, more than the colour of the sunset she loved to watch? What if red signifies the life that seeped from her as her fantasy became her hell?

Face your fears, 'cause you might come out victorious. Teju was afraid of crowds, but she was even more afraid of singing before a crowd. A talent show came up at her school and she was encouraged by her best friends to mount the stage. Nervous and terrified, Teju opened her mouth to sing but was dumbfounded when she discovered she couldn't. Her voice was gone! What happened to her voice? Was that her best friend smirking at her? Would she be able to overcome her fears and come out victorious? Find out in this short story!