“The space between the stars… what would you call it?” She asked, hand streatched out towards the stars as if she could reach out and grab them. The night was dark, almost pitch black, Exept for the stars that shone brightly illuminating the rolling hills.
“I don’t know,” he answered, she giggled at that.
Her voice echoing in the quiet night air.
“Come on silly, you don’t have to think so hard....
“You’ve caused me so much pain, yet the love I feel for you blinds me from it.”
“ You’re insane” she told him staring at his manic face.
He smiled, not the loving smile one gives to a significant other or even a smile one gives when happy. No. An uncontrollable smile. An empty smile. An eerie unnerving smile.
“Ha-ha-haha-“ he laughed, his head nocked back. Hand running through his hair.
She to...
“Think of the children” she tells her little brother after he refuses to turn off the light. A lie they both knew.
“Think of the children” she tells her mother in line when she won’t buy her a cookie.
“Think of the children” she says ending her work presentation.
“Think of the children” she tells the man she is trying to sell to.
“Think of the children” she preaches to the masses as she de...
“Wars have been started over less” she said heels clicking as she descended the steps in a hurry.
“I understand that but-“ her brother mumbled running to keep up with her.
“Great, now that you understand go get the guards rounded up and have them send out the emergency letters”
“I really don’t know if this is necessary” he continued.
“I can assure you little brother that it is,”
“Why the heck...
The walk was painful, metal chains cutting into her wrists. But that wasn’t the only reason. The town they walked through was completely destroyed; buildings demolished, glass windows shattered, paint chipping, debris littering the dirt streets. The only sound that echoed through the unnatural silence of the town was the scuffing of shoes and the squelch of blood as the prisoners walked through th...
The person staring back at me in the mirror is never the me I want, not the me other people see. But the me that I see. It is the strange me, the one I hate, the one no one would ever want to see. But I see all the same, I see it. Every mirror, I see it. In the shards of the broken mirror it still remains. Me....
