"Love," they say "is something sweet with a hint of sour." I didn't understand what they meant. I didn't see a point; this so-called "love" was more trouble then it was worth. Hearts break for stupid reason because of it. You're expected to go through life, date person after person and break up with them. Even if you're one of the lucky ones who stays married, the death of your lover will break your heart. It was to much suffering for no good reason, but then again what's life without suffering

"Arcanist" "dangerous" "crazy" these were the words they used to describe me. To them it was as if I was some inhuman monster. Like I didn't have feelings. They thought I was crazy, they thought I didn't care about anybody but myself. It wasn't true though, I cared so much. Every time I burned down a building I made sure it was empty, but they didn't see that. All they saw were buildings that once stood tall reduced to ashes. Now I'm locked up, so I can never to set a fire again. Such a shame.

The fire roared. The sound of support beams breaking and glass shattering, our house was being destroyed and engulfed in flames. Sitting in the neighbor's yard I watched firefighters try to put it out. I loved to watch houses burn. This wasn't the first time our house had burned down. It also wasn't the first time I felt this fear. Not a fear of losing important things, or that someone might still be inside. No, my fear was being caught. That somehow I would be exposed as the arsonist that I am

I had been beaten my whole life. It started with my Father, then, my Mother. Soon it was my teachers. Then boyfriend after boyfriend. They had all hit me, I got used to the pain. What had hurt though was the fact that they did it. But I didn’t know pain, no, not until I had a child of my own. I couldn't imagine ever hitting her. Here I am, life has run me over. No one cares about me and I am nothing but a single mother with 800$ to my name. But I have Ann, and I will not let her suffer like me.

Seeing the world from up here was awe inspiring. I had trained day and night to be an astronaut. There was times I wanted to give up. I'm glad I didn't. What I saw now is nothing like anyone could ever imagine. Sure, there was pictures, but those gave this beauty no justice. There was things I needed to be paying attention to in the ship, but I couldn’t do anything but stare at the earth. I heard a loud clunk. Still staring through the window I radioed down to earth, "the shuttle's going down."

The snowflakes fell gently and I turned my head to the sky. I breathed in the crisp winter air and felt relaxed. I let myself fall back into the soft snow. As it melted I felt water seep into my clothes. I finally, after so many hellishly hot years, felt cold to the bone.

Evey second brings you closer and closer to death. Evey. Single. Second.