maybekindofalive
Everything about the door was drawing him to open it. The musky sent of flowers that emanated from the keyhole seemed to beckon, and ask him to forget what he had been told.
You can make any excuses. Weep a thousand hot tears until they flood the room around us. But I still heard you say it. The words were like ice and steel, cold and hard and sharp.
Her skin was thin and wrinkly, stretched over her bare bones. She seemed crisp, a deep brown colour, as if she had been left out in the sun too long, and any semblance of flesh, of life, had left her.
The conversation delved into the murky depths of his soul. Although it was hard, he kept going, past the fear, past the embarrassment until his story was told. With light in his eyes that hadn't been there for the past three years, he looked up to her, asking for forgiveness.
His breath left a sticky sweet vapour in the air as he turned away and left the room. I sank down onto the floow, holding onto the note he had left behind him.
'It didn't work out. With you or her. I think I'm better left alone. Sorry.'
His face was covered in acne, encrusting him in a layer of pus filled red dots. he was in hell
he looked upon her, full of wrath for her disobedience. her eyes were dull, resigned to what would happen next. a moment
The word incredible. It means amazing, unbelievable.
You couldn't call me incredible. I pulled at my thighs once again. Yeah. Incredibly FAT, maybe. God I hate my life.
My sister called me
The creature blinked. It's eyes were like lamps shining in a dark room, glowing out of a mass of slick dark feathers. Who are you? I wondered as I looked at it. Robin told me that someone would meet me here and someone would trick me.