In a universe of endless possibilities, what is the possibility that you will be there for me? 50%? 99% 25%? Could it be a 100%? What is the possibility that the possibility of you being here for me 100%? Could life possibly be that perfect?   

Kyungsoo thinks he is broken. Heck he knows he's broken. But he doesn't know what to do so he does nothing about it. Like a clockwork doll he does what he's suppose to do. Routine works, routine is good. It keeps his mind off stuff he feels he spent too much time thinking about.   But every now and then there's a glitch, an error that makes kyungsoo fall out of routine. Leaves him hanging on a tiny thread tied around his neck. Suffocating

1. Maps Kris is gone and there’s nothing Kyungsoo can do than to follow the maps that leads him back to Kris. (917 words)

KyungSoo is an addict. An addict to his own emotions. Yifan tries to save him. But is it too late?

The wheels of the grand piano squeaked as the backstage crew pushed it to centre stage. I was nervous, scared, and sad but I tried hard to stop the emotions from getting to me. I had to do this right once and for all. For him.  I turn my back to the audience as I strutted toward my seat in front of the piano. The applause dwindled to a hush as I got ready. I took out my phone and pressed the call button, pl

My heart still hurts but its okay.

  The machines whirled to life as King Crow stepped into the laboratory. Finally, they have found the perfect heart for the puppet. Finally, their plan for conquest can be executed. King Crow’s eyes gleamed as the heart was fitted into the puppets chest. The final step of sending an electrical charge into the puppet was done by King Crow himself. The puppet with bubblegum blue hair shuddered on

  One gunshot. Two. That’s all it took.

  The headlights of the oncoming car glowed brighter. The sound of the car horn deafened JiYong’s ear as he turned to see the speeding car. Sooner then he thought possible; a force pushed him out of the way. JiYong heard the tires screeched, a sickening thud, and then silence.

  “Just remember. Don’t let go.” SeungHyun told JiYong firmly as he stared into JiYong’s eyes. JiYong pressed his lips into a thin line and nodded his head, filled with determination. They both took in a deep breath and turned to face the huge mass of people shifting in and out in a haphazard but organised manner. Order in chaos JiYong thought. Something that could never be explain

Picking it up with shaky hands, he drew the blade and placed it to his wrist. He glared at the skin of his inner wrist. It was so clean and perfect on the outside but so dirty on the inside.

Every student in her year knew that she was getting bullied, but no one ever had enough courage to save her. The only sympathy she ever got was a few looks to let her know they pitied her

  They had just graduated from college last week and were ready to spend eternity together. They had already planned to buy the mini flower shop down the street from their house and live their life on the small profits they would earn from selling flowers, contented with just each other.