Dear Little Pink Book, October 6th, 2014
Something must have happened while I was gone. He's different. Changed. What happened to those summery khaki pants of his? Those humorous logo shirts? Now, all he ever wears is black. Black jeans, black shirts, black boots, ridiculous black leather jackets. Every day, between his plum lips lolls a wretched cigarette. His skin is sickly pale, like it hasn’t seen a hint of sun for months. His eyes no longer stare, but ogle. I fear that the devil had touched him in his sleep and plagued his boyish charisma with blackness. Is this Farewell?
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Deconstructing Royalty
Teen FictionSometimes I fantasize that I exist in a world of fairytales. Heck, I wish my world was a fairytale, like in those enchanting Disney classics. You know, those stories of young, beautiful princesses that long for a prince. Then, about thirty minutes i...
