NoShitAllowed

When Iwan was brought to the house, he was the only child. Nobody else lived there and nobody ever visited. It was just Iwan, a 12 year old boy who strongly disliked his family and was jealous of his younger sibling and a grown up man who owned the house. It never felt like he was kidnapped, not back then, and he was never asked to do anything suspicious. The man would leave early in the morning,…

“Iwan…” When Ava returned to the Airbnb they rented for the night, she didn’t expect to find the apartment empty. Iwan returned approximately half an hour after she arrived, which gave her time to overthink the consequences of her words as a young psychologist. “What if I told you that Lauren was right?” She asked, her brown eyes focusing on Iwan’s tired face. She stood on the side of her bed…

When the lights turned on again, it was like a veil has been removed from Ava’s eyes. She could finally see what Anonymous wanted people to do and the answer was: fight for their freedom, for their beliefs and even though they know it may be in vain and nothing will change soon, the mere act of standing up for yourself is enough.

Glancing at the ginger detective, Ava noticed he was still…

Since the Interpol’s building in France was in Lyon, Ruben decided to use Paris as his headquarter; the whole city. He had officers placed in every crowded spot, in buildings that had a wide view over the streets below.

One of the buildings was near the Gardens of Luxembourg and it was the smallest place, where only the officers chosen by Ruben were working but that didn’t mean it was any…

Ava was at home for a few hours already and she was confused. Everything happened so fast -too fast for her liking- and there were so many questions and theories and they all united into one terrible headache. Moreover, she had to call in and explain to her boss why she suddenly disappeared with the police. But that was done quickly and neatly so that nobody could make up stories behind her back.

A Discussion on Taste Do we subdue our preferences to the culture or do we keep them pure?

  I was asked several months ago by a friend the reason why I decided to get a tattoo. “Won’t you grow out of this phase and later on not like it anymore?” she asked. I never questioned the future of what I presently like because I am mature enough to know that my values and my taste will not suffer any…

HARRY POTTER: THE HERO OF A GENERATION

  “Ah, go boil yer heads, both of yeh,” said Hagrid, “Harry- yer a wizard.”(Philosopher’s Stone, 55)

There is probably not one person in the world that, under one form or the other, has not heard this line and hoped they would receive a letter from Hogwarts. It is not only the beginning of a magical adventure but the way into a world that all of us would…

The music stopped by the time Ava and detective Lanchester returned to the university. Students were still roaming around asking each other what has happened, some were coming to the Arts Department only to catch a glimpse of Botticelli’s intriguing painting about Hell.

Ava sighed heavily while taking a moment to register the event. It was both terrifying and sublime. Iwan’s interest in the piece…