In nature there are neither rewards nor punishments; there are consequences.✾When I was finished talking, Yohan was looking down, staring at his hands.It irked me, that he made me finish talking about my great adventure, but not once did he compliment my achievement more. I understand that it’s not out of the ordinary, what I did. However, there was some stupid part of me that wanted to get some recognition from him. A small part of me that was desperately clinging to that small praise he gave me when he was surprised that I managed to tie a big guy up with only using my own strength. And there was another part of me, that one that was a bit more mature than the one that wanted recognition. That part was screaming inside my brain that I should just relax, keep quiet, and calm down.

Never throw the first punch. If you have to throw the second, try to make sure they don't get up for a third.✾                 The word swirls and I start seeing double.                My knees give out from under me and the world starts to turn sideways. No, it was me turning sideways. Slowly, as if the minutes started freezing up, everything moves. My hand reaches up, to touch the side of my neck. Something wet and sticky drips from somewhere in my neck, and when I look at my hand, I see red. My body drops with a thud and warning bells ring inside my head. The floor was cool on my back, with my head turned sideways, one

Freedom cannot be bestowed — it must be achieved.✾I pretend I don’t notice the heavy stares of the children surrounding us.Helping Yohan lean back against the wall, I lift his shirt up. My heart was no longer hammering against my chest. Oddly, there was some sense of calm within me. He was still breathing, but barely. His face and lips pale and white. My breath hitches as I see the bloody wound by his stomach. Immediately, I bring his shirt down again. My vision blurs, but like everything else for the past few minutes, I’ve ignored it. Sniffing, I angrily tear a bit of cloth from the black cloak that I had covered in my body. Lifting him gently, I tie it around his torso. I tie it as tight as I could to apply pressure. I can’t have him loosing too much blood.

We may add that it is not an act of justice but of foolish injustice to pretend the sexes are the same.✾                I stared dumbfounded at the teenage boy in front of me.                Despite looking much like nobility and nothing like the disrespectful brat my brain was making him out to be, his eyes were more inclined on the latter. It was icy and full of unhidden anger and annoyance that I for sure thought that I would freeze on the spot and no one could e

Silence isn't always an agreement.✾                He could never recall if there ever was a time where he was truly at peace.                Recently, that’s all he ever was. With her. Especially with her. She was his, and he was more than grateful. Despite what he had gone through, it was a nice thing to know that everything was not put into waste. For so long, he could