Sad Short Stories

Part 2 of Timed 8 days...8 days to live...

My internal screaming, my problems, my life now...

The government sends you a timer on your 18th birthday, counting until the date of your death. I just turned 18, yet my time is running out. Fast.

Part 3 of 3, when I visited her grave...

Part 2 of 3, about Her Smile...

Will you come and swim with me?

Society's influence has created a certain idea of what love is supposed to be. That if it's the right person, then love will come easy. The thought makes me laugh if I'm honest.

A group of homeless teenagers grapple with their feelings after a tragedy

You may not get love back from the person you love all the time, but there are others who love you more, just open up.

Poem about my current struggle with depression.