Frank stepped into the dark, empty space scattered with those who choose to drown their sorrows alone in a bar with no questions asked. The décor is cheap and so is the drink, designed to get you drunk and forget, not really focusing on taste. Frank’s heart fluttered a little as he spotted the youngest of the men slouched at the bar, his dark hair ( Read more... )

"Hey, Kid, wait up!" I heard a voice, that really couldn't be much older than me, shout after me as I left the shop. I turned around and looked up at him from under my "emo hair", yeah he is not that much older than me, maybe two years, tops.

"Yeah?" I managed in a whispery voice.

"Um, you need a lift to school?" Shit. Shouting at me would have been ( Read more... )

Love can consist in many forms.

"Love can consist in many forms." I told my eight year old daughter. A puzzled look on her face told me

I would have to simplify the language that I was using, to me her innocence is beautiful.

"I don't understand" She told me, honestly. It was a rare thing for an eight year old to admit that they

don't know what you're ( Read more... )