Boys will be boys, hiding in estrogen and wearing Aubergine dreams.He stares at his reflection in the mirror. His complexion pure, his black hair long. He looks down at the collection of expensive make up on the table. He pulls his hair back into a ponytail and ties it with a black rubber band that used to belong to a girl he loved ( Read more... )

She felt her world spinning ( Read more... )

 Alice didn’t like what she sees in the mirror. Though she had won the village’s beauty pagent, it wasn’t enough for her.. No.. It wasn’t enough.

She still sees the ugly little girl everytime she looks into the mirror.

“Bitch, leave me alone!” she yelled to herself in the mirror.

She was beautiful, yes indeed. Everyone but herself ( Read more... )

The moanings never ceased, to the new secretary's horror ( Read more... )

Her hands shaking as she holds the knife. Never before had she done this. Taking a life.

“This is for the better good,” She said nervously to the tied up victim.

Though she is right about that, killing for the better good she can’t seem to pull herself to do it. Why is it so hard?

Maybe the way the eyes looks back at her.. Innocent eyes ( Read more... )

The air was smoky.Alarmed,the captain of the ship rushed to the room.Was someone trying to commit suicide ( Read more... )

“Will he be coming today ( Read more... )

So she sailed across the Atlantic to find her one true love. He sat patiently upon his throne, fingers tapping an invisible melody that he once heard her sing while feet swayed to the notes, all hands on deck. To say that he highly anticipated her arrival ten years later was an understatement, pined with all his being - dreaming of that voice and ( Read more... )

It was after school.

I entered my house, it was extremely dark. All I could see was familiar shadows of the things I see everyday.

"That's strange.." I thought, since it was perfectly bright and sunny outside. Vivid colours of green and brown reflecting from the grass and dried leaves littered in my lawn. Turning around to face the dark, ( Read more... )

Looking at the sky, the moon was shining bright as she wonders.

“Where is my knight in shining armor?”

She lifts up her right hand, looking at the watch on her wrist. It is not the knight who is late but it was her who is early. She smiles.

“It’s my own fault.”

Then suddenly, a ghetto gangster was there. He asked if she wants to go ( Read more... )