Marisha Aziz

At that point a bike flew past me on the sidewalk, making me jump sideways and onto a puddle of mud. My shoes were drenched, and some of the goo had seeped in between my toes. The overpowering smell of the biker's cologne, mixed in with the familiar “city smell” of exhaust fumes, sweat, and crushed dreams, disoriented me.

I used to be a pretty big nerd, before. I'd willingly spend time on education. Before, studying didn't seem so draining. Things are different now though, and they say having a personal goal helps. So my personal goal is to study.

Sophie tugged at the collar of her shirt. The heat in the office was almost as oppressive as the people in it, which was saying a lot. A

What are you supposed to feel when you're holding a heart in your hands?

“Aren't fish bothered by being wet 24/7?”

The water had seeped in during the night.

Books are, without a doubt, the closest things to magical objects on Earth.

A gust of wind rattled the panes of the window to his left. A fork of lightning appeared across the sky, closely followed by an intense clap of thunder.