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7:52 am

Ashton awoke to the sounds of screaming and wailing in the kitchen. A glass crashing to shreds on a wood floor, amplified by his toddler's ears.

He never understood why he would hear these things. Why his Mother would cry and his Father would just leave the house, slamming the door behind him. He thought maybe they just hadn’t had a good sleep.

Until in the 2nd grade, he realized why. His parents argued for years and years. He was told this by his brother and sister, the only thing he wanted to know was why they argued.

One night, Ashton was scared. He curled up in bed and covered his ears to the screams and the cries and the insults and abuse. That same night, he met a kid in his dreams. “My name is Jason,” he told him during Ashton’s slumber, “I’ll make any of your wishes come true. All you need to do is tell me them. Depending on the wish, it could happen tomorrow, or in a week! Just know you have me, ok?” “Ok,” Ashton told him in the dream, “I wish that Mommy and Daddy would stop arguing. Sometimes we never have enough cups or plates for food because they always drop it by accident…” “Ok, your wish will be granted. I’ll see you soon, Ashton,” he said.

After about 2 weeks, his Father left the house, backs packed, and never returned home. The arguments ended, there were plates and cups for everyone, and his Mother was happy.

Ashton was still confused.

A couple years later, Ashton is 13 and now in Chris Tide Middle School. He had good grades and a good amount of friends. But there was this one kid that he really wanted to be friends with. He hung out with all the cool kids and had nice clothes.

When he went home and went to bed that night, he met Jason again.

“Long time no see, huh buddy?” Jason said, “A new wish I assume?” Ashton smiled in his dream. It felt nostalgic for him, to meet someone he hasn’t met in a while. Who was most likely fake? He played along anyway. “There’s this kid in my school. Seems dope. How about he becomes my new friend. I’m sure you know who I’m talking about, you're in my head.” Jason nodded, observing Ashton’s new tone, shook his head the slightest bit. “Your wish be granted. See you around, Ashton.”

The way Jason said Ashton’s name was though his name was a curse itself.

And on the next day of school, for the class project, those two were paired up and ended up having a bunch in common. The only thing was, the behavior of this new friend had wasn’t the greatest. Everything he did broke Ashton's’ parents’ rules, but he cared more about making more friends than the “stupid” rules his parents gave.

Ashton is now 17, soon 18, attending Westwood High with a new set of friends, better and smarter. He was amazing at football, he was getting better by the day. His home got calls from colleges and universities he wanted to go to as a kid. Ashton played quarterback and played that position as though his life depended on it. He had the perfect schedule, homework, and schoolwork in the morning and football in the afternoon. A’s and B’s were the only things on his report card. He had everything he wanted, but he still had something itching on him. The fact that the wide receiver, John Carlos, was better than him in many ways. His looks, his popularity, his game.

After a long afternoon of practice, he fell to deepest sleep, returning to the ever same dream he had as a kid.

“Well, well, well,” Jason tapped his thigh. “How you’ve grown.”

Ashton and Jason sat in a park as always. A little park Ashton would go to all the time. Jason was a scrawny little kid with golden brown hair and tan skin. He still looked like the 8-year-old boy that Ashton met years ago, sounded like the 8-year-old boy Ashton met years ago, just didn’t talk like the 8-year-old boy Ashton met years ago.

“Your wish is my command, what is it?” he asked in a calm, soothing voice. The deceit in his eyes was now evident to Ashton. “I wish I was better than John Carlos.” Ashton looked into Jason’s eyes. Green and gray. “Alright then, pal. See ya.” Jason said, raising a brow in confusion.

After a couple days of hard, grueling practice and work, he was one of the best high school football players. He continued to get calls, he continued to play, he continued to win. But during all that, his grades dropped. He went from a 3.9 to a 3.2.

Ashton was stressed, he had no choice. He would have to pause on football and bring his grades up. All because of Jason.

It was the end of the year. He was going to college soon, he wouldn’t believe what anyone else would say. That it wasn’t possible. He met Jason for the last time, he asked “What are you doing here? Have you not had your life fulfilled already?”

“You did this to me.” Ashton deadpanned.

“No,” Jason shook his head, a small smile on his face, “You did this to yourself. You became greedy for everything. Everything comes with a price, there are always consequences. You just weren’t prepared.” “No!” Ashton argued, “You tricked me this entire time to trust you. You did this to me.”

Jason looked into Ashton’s eyes, brown and hazel. “I’ll give you luck. Over the summer, study. Work on everything you missed in school over the summer. Join the college or university of your dreams and become professional. Just know I’ll be there for you.”

Ashton stared at Jason, his eyes watery. It’s just a dream, he told himself, just a dream. “No.”

“I did this to you, just like how you did this to me.” Jason smiled. He turned away from him and walked away from the park down to the cliff by the river where he slipped on wet grass. During the fall, Jason it his head, his legs and arms, and splashed into the water. 

And on the tip of the cliff staring down at the lake, lay a panting Ashton, trying to save his old friend.

Droeloe - The First Wish

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11:43 pm

The loud crack of thunder made the soft, stained carpet beneath Mia shake. The thin ceiling above her head cracked, letting in drips and drops of water. Static coming from the old television across the hallway.

Mia had her ears cupped with her hands and her eyes were shut tight, hoping the storm would end. Hoping her brother would open the door and come in to comfort her.

Another piece of lightning shot through the air, making Mia jump and hit her head on the table she hid under.

She cried out, because of the fourth screech of thunder, but also because of the fear. The fear that the skeletons’ hands on the trees would get her through the windows, and that in the darkest corners a ghost would reach out and get her. That in the closets would be tens of hundreds of vampire bats and in the bathroom a graveyard of zombies. She hugged her teddy bear, Action, for he had protected her from all those ghouls. He would tell her to get her favorite blanket and that the both of them would hide under big brother’s desk. So, that’s what she did. For years on end, almost non-stop. They lived in Florida, a place where rain was common, but 7-year-old Mia didn’t know so. She lived in a small, cozy home with her brother. That was all she had, her big brother. Who worked hours on end.

The candle-lit room turned bright as though it had lights from a large flash of lightning. Then thunder. Lightning. Thunder. Lightning. Thunder.

Mia sat there for more than an hour until her brother got home. The door making the familiar sound to Mia when her brother put his key in and unlocked the door. Mia darted her eyes up but dared not to move. His dark hair dampened by the rain, his clothes soaked, his boots stained with mud. The backpack on his back splashed with huge droplets here and there. His cold gray eyes softening when he met a similar pair. He smiled the kindest smile, dropped his backpack, and opened his arms wide.

Mia crawled out from under the desk, leaving her bear and blanket behind and sprinted down the hall into the arms of her brother.

Lilypichu - Song of Storms (Piano)

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10:02 pm

“What are you listening to?” Casey asked. “Music” I replied.

We were on our way back from a trip to the museum with my class. It was pretty fun, I’ll admit, but I was too caught up with something else to pay attention to the actual reason we were there. I sat next to Casey, the seats were so small we were squished together. I didn’t mind. It was dark so I couldn’t see her face. The bus was loud, humid, and I couldn’t seem to focus on anything.

“Alright then,” she replied, taking the other headphone that lay on my thigh. She put it up to her ear. “I know this song.”

She and I well knew she didn’t. We had very different tastes in music. I loved EDM and she was for rock.

I heard Mason screaming in the background with his friends, I also heard Lucas with him as well. I tipped my head against the glass and stared out the window. My hand by my side and Casey’s by hers. Our pinkies touching every so often.

Casey had come in as a late student, she lived in a military family. So she was always moving around, she said she was going to move during the summer so this would be the last time I would see her again. It hurt because I had really grown attached. We clicked immediately. I didn’t want her to leave.

Halfway through the ride, there was a pothole that made the whole bus jump. Casey and I were even closer, our knees touching and shoulders side by side. A street light lit up the bus and I could see her. She had her hood on, streaks of blonde hair coming through, her eyes staring down at her hand. Golden brown flecks so bright.

I’m going to do it, I’m going to do it, I told myself. This will be the last time I see her and I don’t want to forget her. 

I reached my hand down to hers and entwined my fingers with hers. Through the corner of my eye, I could see her look at me, and then turn away. Her hand was warm, her arm covered in goosebumps.

She sighed, leaned her head on my shoulder, and squeezed my hand.

And that’s how we stayed the entire ride.

Mothica - You Will Forget Me (TRAILS Remix)

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9:25 pm

“And now! For the final act of the night in our Wild Act Circus! We present you with Blair with her Artillery!” the announcer exclaimed.

The blue, bloodied curtains split in two to reveal a frail little girl. Zombie at that, with the longest, dark hair that reaches down to her pale ankles. A flimsy black dress that stopped short right above the knee. Holes and rips all around. A black top hat on her small head, and in between the yellow teeth of the expressionless face of the girl. A large cigar, the end a glowing red amber. Next to her a huge cannon. It was scratched and battered up, well used. It looked as though if it were to shoot something once more, it’d break to pieces.

Blair stared at the crowd, the most colorful crowd she’d seen in a while. Somewhere inside her, she had wished to see someone. Someone important to her. She peeled her eyes away and made her way into the cannon. It looked complicated, but Blair had it down. Muscle memory. She tipped her hat, lowering it down to shield her eyes from the crowd but also to signal the act.

“And so,” the announcer shouted. “It begins!”

One of the backstage crew used her magical hands and lit the end of the rope.

The countdown began.

Blair was used to this. She was numb to it, mentally and physically. What she liked most was the view she got before falling back down to the stage. With a loud crash, she was soaring. Higher and higher. Higher than normal. Blair stared down at the vacant town. A ghost here and there. Maybe a disfigured puppy. She liked the lights.

Down she went, her dress flying up. The cigar losing its heat and leaving a trail of smoke on her way down.

She landed with a hard thump and her leg was gone. Her arm at an unrealistic angle and her neck turned the other way. Her other leg lay on her body, if her arms weren’t in the situation they were in now, she would’ve been able to hug it. The crowd applauded. Some screamed her name. Some whistled, and some just clapped.

The stage crew loaded her into a bag and took her backstage to a room she’d been to a million times before. As they connected and bent her body back together, her mind retreated back to how it was soaring through the sky. How cool it was, and bright.

She smiled.

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Nvrmore - you're the only one that wants me (around / to die)

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8:23 am

I walked to school with my best friend, Elizabeth. We talked about the usual. The difficulty with our homework. How Mrs. Hoffman didn’t update the school website with the article to go along with our social studies homework.

“So, do you want to-” straight ahead of me, mid-sentence. I saw it. A small, golden puppy, laying in the middle of the road. “Oh no!”

I sprinted toward the puppy, little did I know there was a car speeding as I came to rescue the puppy. Things went blank from there.

I awoke to the sounds of rhythmic beeping, the scent of lemonade, and a tingly feeling. I slowly blinked opened my eyes. I turned my head to the right, a curtain. When I looked to the left, I gasped in shock.

The golden puppy. Soundly asleep next to me on a different, smaller bed.

I smiled. I looked at my legs, confused when I didn’t see a bump under the blanket where they should’ve been. I looked back at the puppy. He or she had a bandage wrapped around one of its back legs. I frowned and looked back at my own. I wiggled my fingers and lifted them from under the blanket. Moving my arms around, I raised my hands to my face and had my fingers glide along all the normal dips and bumps. I swiped the blanket off my body and looked down at my legs. 

Or at the lack of it.

I stared down, my blood pulsing in my ears. I could slightly hear the beeping going faster and faster. Matching my heartbeat. Soon, a lady in all white came bursting through the door and told me to calm down. I took deep, heavy breaths until I could actually settle down. “C-Could I have the puppy…?” I asked the lady. She looked at me and smiled kindly. “Of course you can. You can have him.”

Him, she thought.

“Where was he?” I asked. “We found him with you. You were curled in a small ball, what we didn’t find out until later was that you had a puppy with you. “ “Oh.” I reached across the space between my bed and his bed and grabbed him. Cradling him in my arms. The lady walked away and closed the door behind her. Giving me and the puppy privacy. I silently thanked her.

He awoke a little frightened, a little panicky, but soon relaxed in my arms. His eyes were a sweet chocolate brown and his fur. A beautiful gold. His eyes bore through mine, almost willing me to give him a name. “Golden.” I blurted out. I smiled at him. “Golden. That’s your name.”

“Golden.” I sighed, before falling to sleep with Golden, ready for future struggles.

Shanic & NΣΣT (feat. Gumi) - Astro Girl

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6:12 pm

“What would you like, Mister Bunny? I have tea, and also coffee for the bitter types of people. I learned what the word bitter meant from Momma when she was talking to Papa.” said Eve. “I’d like tea, Miss Eve. Shall I recommend you not to listen to your parents’ conversation.” Mister Bunny replied.

Then huge droplets of water fell on Eve and Mister Bunny as Mrs. Barry came sliding down the fountain.

“Why Mrs. Barry! You mustn't get any water on the tea and coffee! If you wanted some you could’ve come down and asked for some!” Eve giggled. “I’m sorry Eve! I was just in such a rush. I thought I heard the Chocolate Monster chasing after me! Why I might as well have had a heart attack.” Mrs. Barry replied.

Eve motioned for Mrs. Barry to join her and Mister Bunny for their tea and coffee. There was also an array of sweets. Chocolates and lollipops and cakes and many more.

“Oh, my! Look! The butterflies, they’re glowing! What beautiful bugs. I never want to see a spider though, which is why I’m glad this place has none!” laughed Eve. “Yes indeed. I’m thankful as well. Spiders are the most horrific creatures.” Mister Bunny added, taking a sip of tea, his pinky raised high and an ear of his flopped down.

Mrs. Barry and Eve shivered at the thought of it. Out of the blue, Fawn came through the woods. Her short, soft, brown hair shiny because of the sunny day.

“Fawn! Fawn! Quick, come here! You must have a taste of our beverages!” “Oh dear! What have you today? Coffee and tea? What has made you take the bold decision for coffee? I’d like some of that too please…” Fawn laughed. “Well, I heard Momma and Papa talking about coffee and I’d wanted to try some. A very bitter taste too, I heard Momma say something about bitter.” Fawn smiled at Eve,”Coffee is nice, but for adults. Some adults don’t like it though. Tea is nice, I suggest you stay with that for a while, dear.”

Eve turned her head to Mrs. Barry, the prettiest cardinal of all of Eve’s Kingdom. Where there were no, sad rainy days and you could have all the sweets you want without any cavities.

“Eve,” Mister Bunny questioned. “Isn’t it your-”

The door creaked open and Eve’s father peeked his head in, smiling at what looked to be a party with her stuffed animals. “It’s dinner time, love.”

“Yay! I’ll see you tomorrow guys. Night night!” Eve waved goodbye to her lovely friends and worked her way downstairs to the dining room with her lovely family. Makuda - Adventure

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1:23 pm

All three phones rang in different tones, different locations, for just three sisters.

“Hello?” asked Layla. “Hey!” replied Lily. “Let’s meet up.” said Lyra. “Sure, let’s cut straight to the chase… What for, sis?” asked Lily. “When? I’m not sure I’d be able to make it…” Layla added. “Don’t worry, this afternoon. A sleepover. Mama’s place since she’s out on vacation.” Lyra replied. “We can just...talk. We haven’t in a while y’know. That alright with you guys?” “I thought it’d be tomorrow or next week. I would’ve been busy, but tonight works for me. When did mom leave?” questioned Layla. “Well, she left-” “She left a couple days ago. I’m up for it! Should I bring cranberry juice?” Lily recalled. “Ha. Remember when we used Mama’s wine glasses and drank cranberry juice pretending like it was wine? This time, let’s use actual.” Lyra gushed. “Ooh, should I bring snacks? Blankets?” Layla asked. “Sure, whatever you want. It’ll be like when we were-,” Lyra was interrupted by her work. The sounds of typing and a colleague asking a question. “Sorry. Like when we were kids.”

The girls laughed at the idea. When they sat all together, talked about school, classmates, boys, celebrities. When they watched “The Best Movies” and fell asleep all together. The last time they had one when Lyra had whispered before falling asleep, ‘I love you guys…’

For a moment, the three-way call was so silent, all you could hear was static.

“So...see you guys later? At around 4?” Lyra silently confirmed, sounding a little nervous. “Yeah,” said the other two sisters in unison. “We’ll see you later.”

Then the sound of the call ending and the girls smiling at their phones.

Petit Biscuit - You

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11:00 am

I awoke to my everyday alarm clock, following my normal morning routine. Ready for work, for the date I had with Kayla, for the day. Almost out the door, there was a letter.

How odd.

Crouching down, I picked up the letter and turned it around. The only name it read was John Frazier, my name. There was my address, the zip code, everything but the sender's address or name. Opening the envelope the feeling of unease ran through me.

Inside was a letter. Reading it through, the person must’ve been crazy writing it. Maybe it was some prank one of my friends had.

Lilith, it must be her. Maybe Jose?

Reading it for the third time though, that’s when it felt like I’d been punched in the gut. I stumbled back inside, my emotions all over the place.

“Tyler.” I said aloud. The name filled the silent apartment.

How could it be? I hadn’t thought about him in years. It can’t be possible. He couldn’t have written this. Not since the... Not since the incident. I dropped my stuff on the floor and walked toward to couch. Grateful that I was alone, I hunched over and placed my hands on my face. A salty liquid making it in between my pressed together lips.

John,

Remember when we were just kids in the 2nd grade? When we played pretend together? Like it was just us, and our friends? Your parents weren’t dead, nor were mine. Remember when one day we’d ran away from the orphanage because ‘The Man’ always hurt you and when ‘The Lady’ yelled at you? Remember Cross? He was our best friend. So was Kat. Remember when you said you loved me and I joked about it and called you gay? I knew you weren’t, you just loved me as a best friend, a brother at that. I did, too, with all my heart. Remember when Elizabeth and Vi confessed that they liked you at some point? During the party we had, and somehow, Cross smuggled in beer? Remember when we both got into a foster home and Cross and Vi stayed at the orphanage? Where they seemed nice but were the worst. Remember when they... hurt the both of us but gave us cookies afterward? When we had to hide in the closets together when Mr. Matthew was drunk?

Yeah, I remember, but remember when someone broke in and shot me to death? Yeah, I remember.

OIÜ - Forgotten

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7:44 pm

The bullet of a shotgun cracked in the nights' wintery silence.

Aria ran with great force, her blood pumping in her ears.

Her precious, young Olivia. Her best friend. Gone in the snap of a finger. Aria’s 16th birthday be a disaster and Olivia would never see her again. All she wanted to do was apologize, tell her she was sorry for keeping it a secret.

Another bullet shot through the air. Aria’s paleness gone, her cheeks a vibrant pink, the tips of her fingers red. She ran through the woods barefoot, each foot numb from going through the snow barefoot. Cuts on her arms from the sharp branches and thorns and needles.

“Aria!” the scream of her name sent her flying. She tripped over a tree’s bark, tumbling to the ground.

The bruises on her legs shooting pains through her body. She stumbled up, snow kicking beneath her feet. She sprinted, as fast and as far as she could till she slowed to a jog. After coming to an abrupt stop, she threw herself on the soft snow. Tears falling down her temples.

Her blond to white hair misted with noticeable snow, her light gray eyes shiny with tears, and her pale skin all scratched up.

“Why?” she asked herself, her breath floating up to the tall trees. “Why did you hurt Olivia, Mom? Why did you hurt me, Dad? All I wanted was..”

She was cut off by her own wails.

“Aria!” her name was closer and louder. Every single one of them louder and louder. Her Father saying her name rung in her ears.

After a second, she heard silence. Only the sound of her blood pumping through her veins. Everything was cold one second, then it was hot.

Aria’s light hair faded to a dark auburn. Her once light gray eyes a light brown, and her once pale skin taking a huge tint darker.

She sat up, the tears sizzling away. Aria felt nothing but heat, but also something else. She had brought kindness to all. Gave them all of her power, yet they betrayed her. Olivia was the only one that was loyal and was caring, and loving. But they destroyed it.

What Aria felt was no longer fear,

it was rage... No Theory - The Seek Effect 

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12:14 am

She lay still, her eyes shut. Her comforter feverishly hot. Sitting up, she opened her eyes. Looking at her scarred legs, she curled them into herself, wrapping her arms around them. The moon’s light shining through her bedroom window, casting a shadow of a ball on her wall. She reached her arm down to the empty spot beside her, leaving her with a pit in her stomach. Her eyes glistened with tears. Immediately, the stories were told:

Her talking to him as they drank coffee. Him taking her out to the park. Him kissing her. Her going to parties with him and friends. Her laughing with him. Her having dinner with him.

She wiped her eyes and slid her legs around the bed to the floor. She walked through the dark house, her feet cold on the wooden floor. Turning on the light to the kitchen, she opened a cupboard for cups. It was full of cups that read ‘I Love You’ and had silly designs on them, then they faded away. 4 or 5 plain glass cups left.

Him kneeling on his knee with the shiniest thing she’d ever seen. Both making love to each other. Her wearing a white, silky dress. A beach and privacy after. A party with old friends and all sorts of family. A positive pregnancy test. A kiss.

She filled the cup with water and made her way back upstairs. She went to the porch and sat on the railing. Her feet dangling feet away from the ground. She looked at the driveway, where a car was missing.

An empty road along a hill. Him and her holding hands. Him and her smiling. Then a flash of light, metal on metal.

A split, a scream, a siren...

She screamed and cried, “Please, please come back! Don’t leave me here all alone..” The glass of water slipped from her hands and shattered to pieces on the pathway. She stared down at it, her tears falling on the glass shards. She stared for so long that it almost felt like an hour until she didn’t.

Until she ‘slipped’.

A split, a scream, a siren... Lowself - Midnight Thoughts