Damascus blade, slice through flesh. Wounded maid, with bloodied breast. Stab her heart, middle of chest. Crimson paint, soaks her dress. Struggling maiden, fighting for breath. A broken heart, caused her death. Love once was, all now bereft. One more demon, one angel less.
Chapter 2 Dating. I tried to love, now that I'm living. But I've changed too much, and it's not forgiving. I've been on dates, even fumbled around. But I'm being stalked by a nagging sound. "You, my dear have wrinkles, you don't look too clever. All of those steroids made you fatter than ever. If... Continue Reading →
I'll never experience a real love. I'm just too broken and twisted. I had a chance or two before, but unfortunately I missed it! I killed all the potential loves, As I feel I am not worthy. These people could never fall in love with the likes of me! Those times a person reached out,... Continue Reading →
This is not my story, but it is for so many people! Sometimes one person in the relationship takes the other for granted. Men and women can be equally ghastly and this is why I have not put a gender to either party. If your partner starts to do things that are dangerous, GET OUT!!!... Continue Reading →
"Excuse me, hi. How do you do? I'd like to say I'm attracted to you. Your inviting smile and sparkling eyes. May I take you for a drink, or maybe a bite?" "How polite you are, well yes you can! It's nice to be accosted by a gentleman. Someone grown up, not pushy or demanding.... Continue Reading →
Tiptoe, I creep through twig and twine, what was once green, now brown and ashey, grey. Through the enchanted forest, I follow the singing wind and natures sway. The leaves left after death, whirling in a brittle haze. The ashey bushes twist and wind into an impossible maze. Lost, I manoeuvre aimlessly, unaware of my... Continue Reading →
Gliding down the marble steps, gown in hand and mask on head. The music fills the room so grand, and I the fairest in the land. Bequeath onto you a knightly honor, train you well so you're not a goner. Fierce and strong a warrior you'll be, then you'll be betrothed to me. A fairytale... Continue Reading →
I go to my happy place, and grin from ear to ear. Although it's just inside my head, I need to interfere. I picture an idealic me, in a sweetheart, burgandy gown. My brunette hair in a half bun and the rest a meter off the ground. The clashing waves of my hair, cascading down... Continue Reading →