Those hazel eyes are soft; eyes that don't belong to a killer. Then why when I look into them, all my worries go away. Because these eyes I've known and trusted my whole life, and now? Now I don't know what to believe

"Chasity, god damnit, look at me" his voice is pleading. I didn't even realize I haven't been looking at his eyes, Im avoiding that gaze im so familiar yet unfamiliar with. I look...

Cotton is no saint.

He’s stolen. He’s hurt people. He’s destroyed.

But he’s never killed someone.

A villain with a code. He knows what it sounds like. He sounds like a water-powered Robin Hood. Though without the giving to the poor part.

Safe to say, Cotton’s not a hero.

He’s the villain Water Craze. Or was.

Right now, he’s not sure what he is.

His mom is a villain. One of the worst.

...

Those hazel eyes are soft; eyes that don’t belong to a killer. I know his gaze, the gaze that belongs solely to me. But how could I be so sure? He’s already hidden so much from me, my whole life is built up upon a lie.

“Please say something,” he beckoned.

But i just stared at him. Studying his motions, noticing a small twitch in his face. My eyes lingered to his lips, a pair which...

Yavanna fell in love with a man with the softest eyes.

They were not so blue as one would imagine, but were an ethereal shade so hallowed a sinner could weep.

It was perilous indeed, for she knew if those eyes beseeched her near, the word _no_ would be erased from her tongue completely.

One look was all it could take to command her.

As if on instinct, Erebus veered upon her. Blood tainted his ...

This was a shorter one, practicing describing scenes and emotions. Enjoy!

Hues of gold shadow over us, this feels like a movie. Maybe that’s because my life has been playing out like one. Each day feels like a new scene, a captivating yet oddly confusing one. And not the type you’d hope for.

It’s been two days since she told me to pack my bags and say my goodbyes. Two days since my life change...

Dear diary,

Today it the first day of school.

I meet this really cool girl.

Her eyes were soft and hazel,

Welcoming and kind.

She invited me to her

Lunch table.

I made

Several friends.

We talked about

Everything.

I trust them all.

Dear Diary,

As I was talking to

My lunch table,

My eyes landed on

An empty seat.

That was were Sara sat.

I asked her about Sara and

She told me,

“Sara seeme...

Those hazel eyes are soft

Eyes that don’t belong to a killer

Eyes that will roam the stars

Not eyes that will hunt the prey

And yet when i came back that day

You were waiting

Your eyes hard

And turned evil

Hazel eyes

That belonged to a killer...

He looked across the table at me, my son, with his hazel eyes that betrayed an inner kindness which could not be corrupted. I could hardly believe that he was leaving to enlist with the army. Immensely proud, I also feared for his life as we were embroiled in a war with the Baaman Empire. He tried to show a countenance of courage and strength, but I could see right through him as if he were eth...

I’m hiding behind a pillar gasping for air. We’d been at war with _them_ for hours, and no matter how hard I fight, they still keep coming.

I didn’t think much of Caleb when he came to the royal palace. He claimed he was a member of the court in Aloeia and that he came in peace. My family, eager to form alliances, welcomed him without question.

Now, they’re dead. And my whole world as been fli...

She was charming a typical girl next door blonde and body to die for wynn deep brown piercing hazel eyes.

She smiled a lot child like like a cute little girl part of the cheerleading squad walking pass the house every day. Deep down she was in a broken relationship with her ex. She was pregnant with her ex boyfriend and she wanted to kill and dreamed of being a killer...