Fingerprints smudged the surface of the mirror, distorting the image in the glass. Hazel eyes analyzed the reflection sluggishly. A cloud of fatigue glazed over the anger and sadness brewing in the pools staring back. Tearing away from the dull orbs, swirling with emotion, her attention shifted to her nose.
The small mountain sprouting from the center of her face sat crooked under her eyes. She swallowed the frown fighting its way to her lips at the sight. She was never fond of its nonlinear position, she despised it, but she was tired of hating it. She wanted to love the peak and its faults. Its caves granted her the ability to smell the fruity scent of the candle on her desk, and circulated air in her body, keeping her alive.
She dragged her focus lower, falling onto her lips. The pink pillows house two rows of teeth and a tongue. They part like the seas to spill words that can wage wars or bring peace.
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Shorties
Short StoryThis book is basically the short stories or short pieces I've written in class and have decided to put here. Hopefully, you enjoy!
