A twisted love

“What on earth are you wearing?” Tonight she had made the extra effort to look nice for him, the black dress accentuated her curves. She had carefully done her hair and make-up so that maybe, just maybe, he would notice her for once. Her shoulders slumped at his response. She reached for a tissue in…Read more »


Sleep. I cannot keep it. I cannot find it. I long to hold on. To experience the sweet sensation of a satisfying sleep. It is a shadow laughing, and taunting. Escaping my grasp relentlessly. Pillow. I turn it over, goose bumps latching on to me. The coldness is refreshing and reviving. I long for it…Read more »