Kelly Shade

We ran like ghosts, like gods, like fire, Fueled by dreams and wrong desires. We stole the stars, we cursed the moon. We knew the end was coming soon. Wrong to be together wrong to be apart maybe we shouldn't settle but we play with open cards. So take my hand, we’ll chase, we’ll run, We’ll dance until the race is done. No laws, no maps, no wasted breath... Just you and me. And whatever comes next. Chasing the End

The Hollow Man The blood is still warm on my hands. It seeps into the cracks of my skin, staining my fingers like ink on old parchment. I rub them together, feeling the stickiness, the weight of it. The body behind me, cooling, empty, is nothing now. Just another ending. Just another moment slipping into the past. I turn and walk away, my heartbeat steady, my mind clear. The city swallows me whole, neon lights flickering above as I blend into the shadows. No one looks twice.

Double Crossed Location: Buenos Aires, Argentina Emily Buenos Aires at midnight was alive with temptation. Neon lights painted the streets in deep reds and blues, tangos played in smoky bars, and danger lingered in the air like the scent of strong espresso, rich, dark, and guaranteed to burn if you weren’t careful. Emily Carter moved through the exclusive Cielo  club with purpose, her fitted emerald dress hugging her in all the right places. The dress was a tool, like the kni

( Intro "Rent-Free" ) Yeah… I live in my head, no rent, no lease Mind’s a palace, only the strong find peace (Verse 1) I’m livin’ in my head, penthouse views No mortgage, no debt, just me, no dues Could go rogue, masked up, pull a scene like Cruise Or sip my whiskey slow, with my new pair of shoes Live how I do, you would do the same Rewrite my past like I’m changing the frame Direct my fate, yeah, I play every role Lead actress, no script, got the world in control I been a f

They told me he's gone, And I felt nothing. Is something within me wrong, Or was he just not worth it? He brought the darkness, the trauma But I felt nothing... was that karma? Not relief, nor hate, no sadness, no sting, Inside, I was still, calm, not feeling a thing. I wrote this poem, or whatever it’s called, Not because I care, but a thought slowly crawled: Am I bad, or cold, or...wrong Or was it him who never belonged? In my life, in my mind.... he was the worst kind...

Mina Hartley’s life sparkled on the surface. As the only child of Charles and Margaret Hartley, the wealthiest couple in town, she was always dressed in the finest clothes and attended the most exclusive parties. But underneath the glitter, her life was more like a gilded cage. Her parents controlled every detail - who she talked to, where she went, even what she studied. It was suffocating, and every day Mina felt her spirit being crushed a little more. But not tonight. Toni

Detective John Taylor sat in the dimly lit interrogation room, staring across the table at the man who had terrorized the city for months. Raymond Black, a soft-spoken, middle-aged accountant with no prior record, was an unlikely suspect. Yet here he was, sitting calmly, confessing to five murders. Something about him unsettled Mark. His demeanor was too calm, too composed. Most killers, even the cold-blooded ones, eventually showed cracks in their mask. But Raymond’s face wa

I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring and the faint light of dawn creeping through the curtains. Groggy, I dragged myself out of bed. School. Another routine day, but something felt off. I glanced around and realized why this wasn’t my usual morning scene. I wasn’t at my grandparents' house. I was in my parents' house. The realization made my stomach twist a little. It was strange, being here with them. I rarely stayed with my parents. In fact, I lived with my grandparen

Sometimes even a single sentence is enough.... 1. She stared at the white wall, whispering "What if?" just before closing her eyes for the final time. 2. She stayed for them, sacrificing her entire life, knowing the loneliness she'd feel once they took their own paths. 3. Everyone envied her seemingly perfect life, but she was just a good actress; only she knew the pain hidden behind her practiced smile. 4. He waved goodbye, saying, "I love you," and though I felt something

Kyle trudged through the silent streets, his footsteps echoing against the cold pavement as he made his way to the park. It was late, and the world around him felt as empty as his soul. The park had become his refuge, a small corner of the city where he could disappear into the shadows, unnoticed and unbothered. His usual bench, worn and chipped from years of weather and time, awaited him like an old friend. Kyle's life had become a monotonous routine of wandering, surviving,