Mitzy and the Butterfly
And as quickly begun, it was finished.
And as quickly begun, it was finished.
Something green.
That’s how long it takes us to realize the Sun has gone dark.
I lay awake on the top bunk, listening to my brother’s rhythmic-breathing below me, desperately wishing sleep to overtake me.
Hop on the exam table, Mister Smith, and let’s take a look at the carnage, shall we?
So much blood.
My dreams always started the same way.
So, I’ve been reading my NaNoWriMo novel today and had a brainwave.
I watch as she sits on the park bench, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear, and quietly sips her coffee.
Lamia wrapped the mottled scarf around her light frame, enjoying the silky sensation as the soft cool hide hugged her contours.
Respawn.
Amy wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and flushed the toilet quickly before her mother asked questions.