I don't know who I am, but I know I love you.    - based of the prompt that dead children become the imaginary friends of alive children 

Hybrids – fascinating creations of the century. For instance, the rose, a gentle flower loved yet one that turns hearts away at the sight of its vicious thorns. A weed, nevertheless, perennially resistant despite many overturns. Can anyone fathom a hybrid between the two?   An accidental glance in the right direction.   Two lives that collide

A serial killer. A detective. Their first official meeting will also be their last.

A dare is what all he needs to break the man's heart. A dare that he would never though of the consequence. A dare that only make he think about his ego. A dare that showed him how much the man willing to do for him. A dare that put both of them in misery. A dare that forbid them from each other. And now the dare is over.

In an era where everyone is regarded with suspicion, the faintest breath will be one’s undoing.

This is the story of he and she, their mask of anonymity perfected in their relationship — strangers.

I said I like him because of his eyes, the look that he had on his eyes.  

  They broke up, he's okay, he's not okay.   Because relationship start and end.  

A challenge entry for EXQUISITE CONTEST ● ROUND 1

short story

For years I have done this, and all I dream is a single word from you. I know that you are distant, but I will not stop sending you these poems, these poems that I've written of my love for you.