MySweetEuphoria

 A starfish. Most people would probably think of fond memories of being with their family at the beach, playing in the water and building castles on the sand. So Nicole Keach found it slightly ironic that she, most likely the only person in the room who had bitter memories of her time at the ocean, had drawn a starfish out of the crinkled little brown bag. "I want you all to think hard about your object. Try to find some way to connect the item to your life in some way. I want you to dig deep into your soul to find a memory that relates to your object, and pour it out onto the piece of paper in front of you. You all have one week. I want to

 I have always pondered as to whether or not people have wondered what happens to a shadow once its human companion, its polar opposite, passes away. I am sure many believe they simply disappear into oblivion, never to be seen or heard from again. I suppose only a shadow knows the real story behind what happens to them once their human dies. Perhaps it is time for one of us to tell our story... Contrary to what many people believe, shadows do not simply vanish once their human passes on. We are reassigned, or rather, reattached, to a different human, a newborn. And we are unable to to break free again until they pass pass on, as well. Of co

 Angel rubbed her cherry red lips together and let them make a small "popping" noise before carefully screwing the top back on her lipstick and setting it down gently on the table. Glancing up at the mirror in front of her, she plastered a big, phony smile on her face and looked at her reflection. Her naturally straight, strawberry blonde hair was bouncing with curls, pulled back into a tight ponytail behind her head, with the exception of her bangs, which lay straight over her forehead, partially covering her icy blue eyes. Her skin had a pleasant paleness about it, not too tanned, but not too pasty either, and her cheeks were dotted with li

 For some reason, the waiting room was eerily quiet, though that might just have been Isaac's imagination. But he wasn't really thinking about that right then. All he was worried about at that moment was his father. He had just gotten back to his dorm room after his final class of the day when he received the phone call. His father had been shot. The police didn't have all the details, but from the looks of it, the shooting was not premeditated. He had been mugged by a guy on the street, who ended up pulling a gun out on him, and accidentally pulled the trigger. At least, that was the mugger's side of the story, but the police were still inve

 Music played softly in the background of the well-lit living room, but it was nearly impossible to hear it over the chaos of several conversations going on at one time, most of them not even in sync. "This home of theirs is wonderful. I wonder how they ever managed to make it look so lovely." "I love those earrings you are wearing! Where did you get them?" "I'm absolutely starved. Does anyone know when dinner is supposed to be served?" Honestly, hearing all of this meaningless small talk was giving Indigo Timmons a headache. She had accepted her friend Ivy's invitation to her parents' Christmas Eve party because she was expecting it

     A bright light flashed, and dark brown eyes flicked open, staring up at the plain white ceiling. The eyes belonged to a young man, his mussed up black hair and pale skin complexion making it look as if he hadn't been out of bed for days. Except he wasn't lying in his bed, but on the couch in the living room of his tiny little apartment. Not that it surprised him. He had a tendency to sleep wherever he dropped when he was loaded. But the odd thing was, he didn't remember ever making it home.     Now that he thought about it, he didn't remember much of anything that had happened the previous night. The last thing he remembered was gettin

 It's been a mere two years, and already it seems I have become but a distant memory. The gravestone that bare's your loved one's name, now lies abandoned and in decay. I was only nineteen when we met, but we were in love. Never would I have guessed that just over a year after we were wed, would I be separated from my love. My sweet James, I don't blame you for wanting to move on. But if I had only known you would fall for another woman so quickly. How could you forget the mother of your child so fast? Young Isabelle was barely a toddler when you proposed to Elizabeth. And now, thirteen years later, she is still convinced that woman is her

 Cigarette smoke. It was the most vile odor to ever exist. At least, it was in the eyes of Penelope Jean Wright. Not to mention it was probably the most unhealthy habit an individual could have. But Nel decided not to mention that to the man sitting a few feet away from her on a bench at the subway station. It wasn't like he would probably care anyway. After all, this was New York City. More people probably smoked here than anywhere else in the United States. Then again, that might just have been Nel's imagination. Still, that was what it felt like, at least to her. Not that she had ever been to the "Big Apple" before this. Up until a few w

 Reese couldn't believe his ears. "You're joking, right? You can't be Charlie Fischer.." The woman placed a hand on her hip and gave him an inquisitive look, though it was a few moments before she actually spoke. "And why exactly can't I be Charlie Fischer?" Reese swallowed hard. 'Let's try this again." The blonde looked cautiously from the woman to the boy standing beside her. "Well, pardon me for saying this, but I sort of assumed from your response to my ad that you were, um..." Reese trailed off, not really sure if the woman would be offended about what he was going to say. Luckily, she saved him the trouble of having to say it. "A

"Welcome to the Town of Bear Creek." That welcome sign was the first thing Charlotte Fischer and her son Elijah saw as they entered Bear Creek. From the looks of it, Bear Creek was a small town, located basically in the middle of nowhere in the "Lone Star" state of Texas. It was definitely a change from the busy streets of sunny Los Angeles, California. Though whether it was a good change or a bad one, Elijah wasn't sure. It didn't take Eli long to notice how distraught his mother was. She had been acting odd for a couple of weeks, skipping work sometimes for days at a time. Then a week ago, out of the blue, his mother quit her job as a doc