3. Eyes
Eyes so real that they seemed fake: jewel-bright, but dark as the night, two dying stars that refused to dim. His eyes. They were blue like water frozen over a thousand times and reminded you of the unpatterned cracks that would appear in a thin sheet of glass mere seconds before it shattered. He hardly ever spoke, yet everyone knew what he sounded like, because just once was enough. Once was enough.
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Grey Light
Short StoryA collection of short pieces, one-shots, character sketches, and scenes that don't belong anywhere (yet). Alternative description: Word dump for thoughts & feelings I want to get out of my head or remember forever. June 2014-2018
