Spectrum: a band of colors, as seen in a rainbow.        So I'm in a school club called Spectrum and every week we get together and we just have an hour dedicated to writing, so I've been writing consistently. T

         In a world where light and dark clash, Chaerin doesn't think it's possible to be too safe.        But she meets someone, someone she likes to describe as heaven and hell all fused together in one gorgeous mess. And her world tips on its axis, but Chaerin isn't really complaining, she really isn't. After all, she just met a Dar

  Helped me realize why the world burns the way it does, with the chromaticity and beauty of misery.  

         "PR Dara will check fan responses to Crush now! Gather 'round!" Dara gestured wildly from her comfortable position on the practice room bench, her phone clutched in her hand like it always was. Bom, Minji, and Chaerin all eagerly crowded around her, peering at the small screen.        "Oooooh, very good, eh?" Bom murmured abse

  Sandara Park.   Lee Chaerin.   Two co-workers.

         She blinks calmly, watching puffs of heat escape into the winter air. Her fingers tingle from the cold but she likes it. Her cunning eyes shine with hollowness and fierce hatred. Hatred toward her life, hatred toward her job, and hatred toward her world.        She hears a gunshot and a crackle of static in her well-

         I used to dream of being on the battlefield. My heart would flutter at the thought of fighting for my country. My eyes would sparkle at the idea of military training and drills finally put to use.        But I never thought it would happen so soon. I lost my grip on life before I was ready to let go. I was forced to throw away

  Dear Santa, I know I haven't been the best this year, and I don't ever write letters to you, but I really need your help. I only have one wish. I

         They both want some peace. Peace from the harshness of reality, the people, the feelings, the world. And they've both come to the same conclusion.        There's only one way to find it.  

         Three years. It's been three years, and all I want is for it to stop. I want it to stop and I want it to never start again. But things like this take time, I know. It took time to begin; it'll take time to end. So I'll wait. I'll wait, I'll survive, I'll fight. I'll endure until that day I've been waiting for. Hoping for.    

         "I'm dying." Jiyong looked up at her with a pained expression. Dara backed away until she felt the cold, hard hospital wall against her. She shook her head in denial.        "No. No, you're not. Stop lying!" She clutched her head with both hands and closed her eyes in frustration. Jiyong watched helplessly, bound to the hospit

         Writing takes a lot of creativity, you know? And sometimes my brain just decides to flop out on me in the creativity department. I'm a writer, so that doesn't exactly work out. I rely on that creativity department to make a living, and guess what it does? It shuts down. And the Dara department gets all worked up, and I'm stuck at my desk daydreaming about Dara instead of daydreaming about my novel.

         People tell me there are lots of different types of love. Love for your family, love for your friends, love for your girlfriend, love for a pet. Love for a hobby, love for a location, love for sports. Love for anything.        You can love your girlfriend and your pet, but not in the same way. Love your pet the same way you lo

         "Dara, you have to come to the dance with me!" Bom tugged at her best friend's sleeve. Dara just mumbled in protest.        "You HAVE to! Or else I'll unleash my wrath on you!" Bom threatened the sleeping lump on the bed.        "Bommie, sto

         Everywhere she looks, she remembers. Everything she does, she remembers. Every thought she thinks, she remembers. Because he is unforgettable.  

         My daddy is the best daddy in the world. He plays all these fun games with me, and he always takes me with him wherever he goes (but only if I want to come). He helps me with my school homework, and he teaches me a lot of cool stuff I bet my teacher doesn't know. He shows me all of these cool songs he writes at home, and he lets me sing them with him. My daddy loves me a lot too. He always tells me that he loves

         "What a surprise. They're at it again." Minzy sighed with a bored expression. Loud, annoyed voices could be heard throughout the building, and there was no doubt that they belonged to G-Dragon and Sandara Park. Daesung sat down next to his girlfriend and put his arm around her shoulder, sighing with her. CL and Seungri quietly giggled in the corner together, lost in their own world, watching a video of who knows

          He’s the best math student in the school. She’s a beautiful girl that needs a math tutor. Will their mentor-student relationship evolve into something more?  

          It's Seungri's first day at his new school. A senior named Seunghyun shows him around, but is it the campus that Seungri is interested in, or something else?