Jacky's LetterTo the parents and family of Madeline,My name is Jacky Stiles, and as you have probably guessed, I've killed Maddy. The reason I'm writing this, however, is because I want you to know the truth of what happened that day.As you know, Maddy was a very happy, carefree girl. In the hours I spent with her, I learned that very quickly. She was friendly, funny, and overall just a great girl. She was just a little scared of me, but otherwise, she spoke to me as if we were just having a normal conversation.Even after I hurt her the first couple of times, it didn't seem to bother her. I'll admit it frustrated and angered me, and I also found it a little intimidating. She smiled and was so carefree and honest. She never once cried from fear.But I'm not writing this to tell you what I did to her, I'm writing this because she'd want you to know. She died happy. When I asked her why she was so carefree and unafraid, she said it was because nothing could be done. She knew she couldn't get away, a
The Pie Sisters ReunitedThe ponies of Ponyville whispered to each other in frightened tones as three strange mares slowly made their way down the street. Some ponies even hid in their houses, watching them with apprehension. The three newcomers were so... intimidating and... well... scary.One pony had dark slate colored mane and tail, grayish coat, and violet eyes. Her mane hung over one side of her face, slightly obscuring one of her eyes. Her cutie mark was some kind of Geode. The second one had a silver-grey mane and tail, a dull lavender coat, and listless yellow eyes. Her cutie mark appeared to be a gold nugget. The last mare was the creepiest out of the three. Her mane and tail were a very dark midnight blue, and were so long, they almost reached the ground. Her mane hung over one side of her face, completely hiding one of her dark green eyes, which were sunken in slightly and surrounded by dark, sleepless shadows. Her coat was a much darker grey than the first pony, and had a blue tinge to it.
My Best Friend is a GhostIt was a dare, and I took it. You know how people get when being pressured by their friends, being clucked at like a chicken and calling you a scaredy cat. Well, they were my friends... yup, friends.It was an old broken down mine shaft. Cliche, I know. It had caved in during a mine blast that went wrong, and many miners were injured. Luckily, no one died... that is, until a young girl was curious enough to explore the ruins. The mine was, and still is, unstable.The girl's name was Aida, but her last name was never released for unknown reasons. She was ten when she crawled in to look around, hoping to find some little treasures to take home. She was very adventurous. Unfortunately, part of the ceiling fell down and crushed her to death. She wasn't found until a week later when they discovered her footsteps in the mud leading to the mine. Her body was carefully recovered, and there was a closed casket funeral.Well, years later, stories were made and rumors were spread that Aida still
I Lost My GlassesI lost my glasses.I thought I left them on the table, but I checked and nothing was there except something sharp. I have terrible vision; everything is so blurry, I can't make out shapes.I move through the house, feeling around. My wife must be painting the walls. I see dark shapes on them, and they're wet to the touch. It's so quiet it the house...I step on something wet and squishy. I really wish the kids would not bring the pool toys in the house.I look in the kids' bedroom and say, "girls, have you seen my glasses?" No response, but I can see a lump under each of their blankets. They must be sleeping.I check the bathroom, but the lightbulb went out. I feel around, and my hand touches the counter. I hate it when the kids splash water all over the place. It's thicker though... soap?I go into the bedroom and see my wife standing near the window. Of course I could only see her blurry shape cause of my terrible eyesight. I'm getting old."Hunny, have you seen my glasses?" She didn
DermatillomaniaI want to be perfect. I just want to be perfect. But so much is getting in my way... I hate my ugly body. This horrible skin with all of its imperfections. It's driving me mad.I look in the mirror and see a blemish on my cheek. It's not quite ready to go yet, but I feel it! I feel it! It's there, and I don't want it to be. I want it gone.I push at it, trying to get the defect out, but it won't surface. All I managed to accomplish was two deep nail marks in my face. I get frustrated and I scratch at it, trying to get the skin off to open the pore. It bleeds a little bit. I try squeezing again, but nothing. The nail marks break the skin slightly.I grab a sewing needle. They say not to do this, but I'm desperate. I try to gently tear open the blemish. I really don't want to scar my face, so I have to be careful. But even after that, it won't come out! I scratch vigorously at it until there's a large, bleeding scrape on my cheek. I don't pay much attention to that, for I see the