Please, honey, just tell me I'm not going crazy in all this. All my own work.

A short story. Think before you call a girl ugly because of her looks. Consider before you tell her that she is not worth of anything. Look into yourself before you decide that she should be punished for crimes she never committed. Because she might be unattractive and worthless but she is still a human and human beings deserve to be cherished. Connect your Wifi and google that how these curses are doing no good to innocent lives. A humble tribute to all those beautiful women who were never told of what they were capable of. All rights reserved under copyright law

There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every single thing, like the 'ready, stop, go' of car-chasers and dream-makers. There in those city lights, there was no sadness and there was no happiness. There was just candid smiles and wasted tears and bottom lips chewed off, like the overflowing boulevard of things unseen. There in those city lights, there was no lady and there was no man. There was just a boy and a girl, who promised to fall in love, not with each other, but in those city lights. [a blind collaboration by @hepburnettes & @cityscape]

A dialogue short story about the things we wake up to that remind us there are still things in this life worth waking up for. ante meridiem - [adv. & adj.] "before noon;" Abbr: A.M. Or a.m. [credit to owner of image (not me)]