“I’ve been thinking something this whole time. You’re afraid of me, aren’t you?”

A girl, clad in the light blue robes that signified her profession as a seer — or as people would say in common parlance, a fortune teller, or maybe even an oracle — rested her hand on…

I think the title kind of conveys the gist of what I’ll say already, but just leaving at that would be boring, so here’s some text. Text that talks about why I felt like doing this, what I’ll be doing(hint: it’s in the title) and so on.

First of all…

I look down.

It’s a long way down. Not the kind of drop most would survive. I’m sure I wouldn’t, not with my tiny, frail body. Hitting the ground is not what I am built for.

I am on top of a tall building. I can’t say anything more about…

Every October the pain would come. Exactly at midnight on the first, like clockwork. An itch all over my body that I couldn’t make stop. An unbearable ache the likes of which I had never known before that and would never know again until the next year rolled around.

This…

My hands shook, but part of me always knew it would turn out like this.

She didn’t move. Laid completely still, as if frozen in time. Blood dripped down the edge of the blade I held in my hand.

It was work. Nothing personal.

I just needed to bring the…

Shouldn’t there be an“attempt to” in that title? Probably. In fact I think so too, but I’d like to consider myself a bit of an optimist.

So, fiction. Writing it, more specifically. I always enjoyed writing short fiction, poems, and other such things. …

Emelie, seventeen years old, was about to take over the world.

For most seventeen year old girls, taking over the world was not an easy task. For most humans, period, taking over the world was no easy task.

But in that statement, in that thought, Emelie found her inspiration. She…