When all is finally lost…

Haiku is a Japanese form of poetry using 17 syllables and three lines.

Heri.

A poem.

A short story I wrote for my English class, about a teenager who hosts a party at night in his high school, and a cop trying to find out how he did it.

Overview of the poem "Mr Nobody" by Anonymous.

Cleanliness is key in the impartiality.

I wrote this in a creative writing class some time ago. I decided to publish it.

Enjoy!

A little game to keep it all anonymous on a site that really can’t give us that.

In despair sometimes kindness can mean humiliation. Everything seemed ugly and horrible. Friends changed their tones unintentionally because my social value in their mind had changed and it transpired into words subconsciously. Perhaps, it was an instinct to fight back; I began to destroy the world I lived in. At the time, I found solace in drinking because it created an instant barrier to the past. I became an outcast which meant no one bothered me. At last there was some kind of freedom.