I looked down at my open palm, the wristwatch sat in it. I felt the cold of the silver as I brushed my thumb around the rim of the watch face. The white and silver of the hands popped in comparison to the round black dial below them. The time had stopped at 6 hours and 52 minutes. It had stopped the very second he had passed. The doctors had called his passing 6:52pm. My grandad had been rushed to hospital, a speedy ambulance ride after he had dropped to the ground clasping a

Several months had passed on the search for my very own place on campus. I had seen a handful of shared rooms and single rooms. Today, I was viewing an on campus studio. I had dragged my friend Lottie along with me, and being the good friend that she is she had come with a smile. Lottie had already found her own place, it was a shared house off campus. She had invited me to take one of the rooms but I knew that I couldn’t do it. I liked my privacy, I liked having my own space

I had wandered off the path for a while now. Unsure exactly where I had made my mistake. Was it when I headed west after the second signpost, or was it when I turned east at the end of the short stream. At this point it didn’t really matter any more, what mattered was that the footpath was no longer beneath my feet and I no longer saw those white arrows on the trees that the park rangers sometimes painted to keep hikers moving in the right direction. Now, I was left with no s

I had somewhat of a thought, a theory if you will (not actually a theory at all, just judgemental assumption). So, here it is... I bet that the people who enjoy going to watch wrestling or boxing are the exact same people that back in the day would make an entire family fun outing of going to watch public hangings. I absolutely believe these are the same people, just different fonts. Cause what do you mean... That you love to watch people beat each other up? To watch peoples

“Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.” — from movie Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, by Dumbledore

It was a small idea. But at least the idea was mine. -from book Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz