from the unloved, to the unloved. © sonderingly

{Book 1 of the Phobia series} Atelphobia- the fear of imperfection

It was a rainy day, in New York no less. One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop. One held a hand full of old books, savouring the moment. short story #98 poetry #51

At 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly

Hurt us once, fool us twice, we'll kill you trice. - Chea, Shana, Hyacinth