Oh, Little Collector. What have you done?

In a world full of infinitive numbers, and you as a no value zero, what do you think you can do to be someone's hero?

What if the only thing you have left is just a piece of paper? Well, more of a whole stack of papers, a thousand to be exact. Origami is the only thing for the one who folds again and again, one paper bird at a time. It's the only hope this person has who has fallen into the depression of knowing nothing will ever change, alone with no one to catch them. But it's not until a magical paper world opens up to this person, filled with life and color compared to the dark and gloomy life. The only question is: Will these paper cranes give this person hope once more or will they abandon this person in the darkness?

Gossip. Everyone gossips since they have nothing better to do. Their lives are boring, so they go talk about someone else's lives. So they talk, everybody talks. But what happens when you're the one their talking about. Better yet, about someone having a crush on you. You're flattered, who wouldn't? You get used to it, the rumors and gossips and teases. But then the gossip really begins. What then?

Are these the sort of things you like, my dear? the stories and the rhymes that make you shake? are you the sort who seeks darkness and fear? I surely hope you are, for your own sake. In here you'll meet the fear who has a face, in here you'll feel the cold under your bed, In here the childhood terrors have a space, And bedsheets are all weaved of spiders' thread. So, gather one and all who relish fear, and gather those who savour grim good times, find your peace and gladness walking here, in the Never Told Nursery Rhymes. **** These are a few grim little rhymes of my own invention, although I'm sure many of you have noticed that quite a few have outside inspiration. Some of them are meant to be scary, some of them are just meant to have an enjoyable atmosphere, but hopefully at least a few will tickle your fancy. I just want to thank you all for your support as it means alot. And a special shoutout to @StJoey77 and @FlukeAuriola for being the best of friends to me.

Who's Superman? Was the question a little kid asked me. And all I could say was that there's no such thing as a Superman. He's just a fictional character with supernatural powers. He's not real, he's made up. But then who will save us when we're in trouble? I didn't have an answer for that.

Do you see that dark figure following you? No. Don't move, or it'll go away. What do you think it is? Maybe it's some kind of monster, I'm scared. Wait, I have one too. What is this? It's called a shadow? What is a shadow? Is it a friend or foe? A stalker of the day and night? A monster that lurks in the darkness? A friend following you to the bitter end? Or just an illusion of light, and nothing more? But don't be so scared. You should find out yourself, what a shadow really is. Cover by @GorgeousBish

the joyous ache of releasing this rain how cathartic it is to speak these words and allow them to see the light of day

Try to hear, don't leave me hoping. Please, don't try to quit. Just answer this one simple thing, Can you hear it? Won competition to be published in Creative Communication 2016 Spring Anthology

Who is Ms. Amnesia? Is she that girl who lost her memory? No, don't pity her. She's the girl who lost her past, her present. And maybe even her future. The girl who chose this, long ago. Maybe even knowing the consequences and sacrifices she made just to start all over. She lost her memories for a reason. No one knows why, not even her. All she knows that she has to start all over to see if she lost everything for nothing.