RehnWriter

I really love Instagram. It's probably the app I spent most of my time on. I don't have a big following or anything, but I love to share pictures. Guess, it's pretty normal for a teenage girl like me. In my time on Instagram, I saw my share of weird ...

Living at the dorms is always an experience. Since my first semester, I've lived in one of the oldest dorms on my university campus. There are no individual apartments here. Instead, each floor of the building is one giant apartment that people use together. In my case, I lived with ...

The wound caused by my parent's death never really healed. I often had days when the pain was too much, and the longing to see them again was too strong. I recently suffered through one of those days. It had been more than two years since my parents had died, ...

A couple of weeks ago I stumbled upon a strange post on 4chan's x/ board. The OP of the thread said that he found some strange comments under random articles online. No one had reacted to the thread yet, so I decided to check it out. For as long as ...

It was supposed to be our last big trip before our graduation. So I and my two best friends Nick and Chris set out to have our very own little spring break, albeit in Germany. Soon enough we'd be jailed away in an office at a typical nine to five, ...

I always liked to have a more secluded lifestyle, reclusive even. It's not that I have social anxiety or anything, I guess I'm just not a people person. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate other people, but I'd rather not be around them. I like solitude and quietness. When ...

The passing of time is a strange thing. "Uncle Mike's died," mom told me over the phone. I was devastated, but not shocked. My great uncle Mike had been an old man, very old indeed. He was in his mid-nineties when he died. I'd only ever met him when I ...

The barn was the biggest building on the farm my friend Martin and his family lived at. Martin and I go back a long while. We became friends during middle school when he lived in a boarding home and attended my school for a year. The two of us bonded ...

Well, guess there's a reason you're here. We all have our bad habits, don't we? Did the title catch your attention? Are you trying to break free of this nasty little habit of yours? Well, here are a few tips. The first thing's pretty obvious. I'm doing it right now ...

Note: This whole story took place in a small, remote village in Eastern Germany. Chapter 1 - Insanity "Laura Ebert is a wench." "Laura Ebert is a slut." "Laura Ebert is a whore." Those were just a few things that were said about her. To me, the name Laura Ebert ...