Chapter Twenty Five- That of Poison and Roses
Business.
Business.
Business.
Business.
Business.
Business.
Please.
Please.
Please.
I hadn’t been planning on saying it. Everyone’s words were a secret only to them, but to my knowledge, people always said things like sorry, safety, love, remember, or hope.
Death.
Death.
Death.
It fills the air with it’s ominous hold, chills my bones with a sense of numbness I didn’t think possible before.
Dresses.
Dresses.
Dresses.
The Power Within Us
A new year had come. No big fireworks, no bright laughter, not even a small piece of cake: an odd new year.
The first chapter of a story I've been writing.
Blood was splattered violently along the walls of a long, dark, cold, ally way. In the back left corner of it was two trash bins over flowing with garbage; untouched by any man for weeks.
When I was first brought into the boathouse, the outside world was different. The rowers were different, the clothes they wore were different, the oars they used were different, and the waters of the lake were clearer.
~Don’t be a Mark~
The Girl
I saw her today and stopped her.
She has brown eyes. She is the best. My best friend, QQQ-1239. I shifted uncomfortably in front of her.
The floorboard creaks as I tiptoe to my seat, eager to watch the first time children meet.
IZIMA
Be careful, Izima.