Chantal DeHaine

He was a boy, She was a girl, He loved her,  She fell in love with him, They lived happily ever after. Although the pronouns may change and there are an endless variety of factors that could affect their story, ultimately it comes down to these things. And that's the beauty of love, no matter the minor things that happen along the way, three things will definitely happen in every love story till the end of time.  They meet, They fall in love, They live happily ever after. No matter how long 'ever after' seems to be. However long our love story is, whether it be five minutes; you meet, you feel the spark and forever after you're left with the memory, or whether it's eighty years and you die in each others arms. Everyone gets a love story.  Stay Excellent - Chantal DeHaine

Where the knock was coming from I couldn’t decipher. But it was there; always. As soon as I got into bed and turned off the lights, it was there. It was a knock on the outside of the room, the sound slightly muffled; audible but never quite as crisp as when you make the sound yourself. Some nights it would be polite and quiet.  A faint knock, but constant and on those nights my brain would eventually be able to minimise it to white noise and let me fall asleep. However, recently it’s been getting ever more anxious and the tempo of the knocks have been steadily increasing. But tonight; I’ve just shut my eyes. And not a moment after, there was a hammering of knocks. Not the patient knocks but a desperate frenzy of knocks that demanded attention. So I opened my eyes and got out of bed. Unconsciously training my ears to the sound. I stepped towards my wardrobe and couldn’t be mistaken; it was the source--- – The door flew open and a manic girl was throwing her arms aroun...

“Oh my god, I cannot believe you just did that” she screeched back at me with an annoyed tone in her voice. Whilst swinging the satchel over her shoulders and neck so that the strap rested across her chest, she continued “Seriously Bea, what the hell!”  Whoops. “You know I can’t help it” I shouted back with heavy breaths; still running as fast as I could. We turned a sharp corner into a disused bypass tunnel and came to a halt when we were encompassed by the dark. I pulled my long sleeve down over my hand and wiped the sweat off the back of my neck and forehead, thankfully it was dark so no one could see how un-lady like I was being. “I’m sorry Your Highness, you need to start. I know you have diplomatic immunity and all that, but when you want to go out in the real world and no one knows who you are, you can’t just do want you want and get away with it, it’s not that simple out here.” She was acting like my mother, all high pitched and frantic. I’d read stories about people...

The Goth, The Pretty Girl and Me His hair plunged down in front of his eyes and made him seem all sorts of rugged, with a sculpted jaw and a whole load of stubble he looked like the front member of an idyllic rock band. His air gave off a pretentious this-took-me-no-time-at-all kind of look that made her appear even more uncanny. She was stunning, a perfect kind of gorgeous that no one could deny. Her hair was always pristine and her nails were always just the right length and shape. Her clothes fit her exactly and her defined physique wasn’t a rare sight. But strangely everyone thought they were the perfect pair. Although they were stereotypically chalk and cheese and it seemed like the goth had fallen for the pretty girl. Everyone knew that she was the one who worked hard for his affections not the other way around. He was so care free that no one could convince him to do anything. All he was concerned with was making sure no one ever saw inside his notebook, even th...

“Just one question before we get in the car, why did you do it?” My best friend tried to jump in front of a train today. I can’t even… My body is running so high on emotions that I’m shaking, but she seems to feel nothing at all. Presently she’s a lifeless plug. Nothing but a plastic casing around a fuse that’s empty of charge. I ran so fast, jumped the barrier and nearly attacked the floor several times. But she’s still. There was nothing I could do except hold her, she leant forward pushing her full body weight on my mediocre arms. She used everything she had to try and make it easy for me, to just let her slip past me and onto the track. She rang me just before and recited her favourite quote; “’It does nothing to relinquish yourself in times full of hate, but rather you should free yourself, by immersing yourself in the things that bring you peace’ Coal, I’ll love you forever”  “Lou, where are you?” a phone call that starts with a quote has never been a good si...