#fixlove

When I peered up at him, I don’t know what I expected. Not this though, never that cruelness, mischievous look. Turn away and disappeared, it’s what you’re good at, I thought. I never meant to.

“Why have you returned? There is nothing here for you,” he said.

The aching hurt was pulsing through every vein, my mind unable to form a complete thought, and pain bursting through my heart. The world…

The eerie silence was the ordinary part of this cruel night. The wind glistens fire. Hellfire. It pours down like rain covering every inch of land. There was nowhere left to hide. No one left to save. Except for me. A superhuman with the power of water. My mother always told me it would come in handy someday. My whole family left earth with goodbyes forever stuck on their tongues. This was not…

Short Story: Pretty Imperfections

In someone else’s war, the field is their battlefield. In mine, my face is always the enemy. No one has the cure to fix it and there is no end. It’s a forever issue. At times, I would glance up at my parent’s with astonished anger.

“Why was I born like this, when my sisters’ faces were beautiful, exquisite?” That was my constant question.

Disappointment falls over their faces taking over like a…