Ela Sahin is worried about Josh Adams. She started worrying when he slipped out of class unannounced after his phone buzzed and didn’t come back. She worries more when he didn’t answer her text during lunch. He didn’t respond to her text until that evening and by then she was scared. JA: Sorry misse...

The seas inside Josh Adams are black. "Please... I don't want to remember. Don't make me think about this again... Don't..." The current drags Josh under even as he thrashes trying to keep his head above water... "Can't this damn thrashing stop?! It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts." A ...

Josh stares out at the courtyard frosted over in white and muses it doesn't suit him. White is a symbol of innocence, of purity, and he'd lost those things on the winter night the house was lit up not by Christmas lights, but by the blinking red and blue of cop cars. There were swears coming from th...

"Stop shaking, Josh!" "Mr. Adams, if you don't stop disrupting the class, I'll have to ask you to leave." Stop it, stop it ! I screamed at myself silently as classmates and teachers chided me, as my body shook like an electric current was passing through me. I'm trying to focus on keeping my body at...

On TV Tropes KS page. The demo was up then and I decided to check it out. Now I'm still here.

He tries to ignore them, those eyes. But whenever his own are shut, he can see them. So brown, like his own. So much cleverness and once so full of light. They've gone dim as time went on. When he notices the dimness he wonders, sometimes, if he could've done more to guard that light. If he could've...

It's dark out now. I can see the lights from the town in the distance and the stars twinkling above but otherwise darkness surrounds me. Darkness and the arms of a girl as we lay back on the grass. "Josh," Ela says quietly, though her eyes are still fixed on the sky. "Yeah?" I ask, just as softly. S...

This is just a small look at part in a larger work I'm currently mapping out. This is a scene planned for mid-beginning that I wrote out as some practice. As the storm poured down I shot out of the dorm. After the last few days, I needed to lose myself in the erratic winds, the crackles of thunder, ...

Any advice or constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. This is inspired by people in my own life and their experiences. Riptide He takes a deep breath and tries to drift away. His heart is still beating a rapid tempo in his chest, but he tries to ignore it and instead focuses on the dar...