I scream in warning, and the knife sinks into her stomach anyways. I scream over and over again but she never hears me. The knife hits her over and over again. Every night I visit her, and every night I scream, and every night the blade kills her. I can never escape my own screams, I can never save her from her fate....
your eyes aren’t the color of ocean’s deep blue
more of the sharp ice on a mid December’s day
your hair isn’t the shade of sky between stars
but the color of the smoke from fire you made
your skin isn’t the copy of delicate snow
rather the complexion of a white tiger that stands out from the rest
you are not the soft, delicate, creature they speak of in fairytales
but the warrior that comes to s...
We only ever had five. Maybe the other two are waiting for us, but if they are I don’t know. What I do know is that we have five.
Friday came first, busting into our little group like a an explosion of flames. Her fire burned brighter than any of ours, and she knew it.
Next was Sunday, with red hair tied up and styled to frame her soft face. She spoke kind words in a near wh...
I felt glued to the floor as the three of them walked by. Power seemed to follow them yet it wasn’t scary or intimidating, but comforting. The girls always giggled about the boys, how handsome they were or how they had smiled at them. But my focus was on the girl. She was the youngest of the three, with long, dark brown hair braided away from her face and sharp blue eyes. I had hear that she ...
Eyes. Everytime she’s near I feel her eyes. Preying on me. Tracking me. Waiting for the right moment to pounce.
I take a deep breathe. Bracing myself for the unavoidable confrontation. It never gets easier, seeing your own face, looking into your own eyes.
Finally I make a quick turn on my heal and slam my reflection in the nearest wall. Digging my finger nails into her shoulders. Or...
She tried to kill me. The last thing I saw were her eyes. She was scared. I know she was, but all I could see was rage. Rage for what I had became. What she, and anybody who stood in the way had made me. A monster, just like my grandfather. They had tried so hard to make me different from him and when they knew they had failed they tried to dispose of me. I will not go quietly. I will not...
