she was shy, before she knew the boy who was sad. alone she had nothing but art, with pale eyes and a fragile mind //prequel to Rosy Cheeks from her pov//can be read as a stand alone// **warning: themes of emotional abuse** [highest ranking]: #25 in short story 6.9.15
Only once had she heard him say three words to her; "Take a sip." With a crooked smile plastered on his face, that she'll never come to forget. ➝ Former blurb dismantled ➝ Under major editing ➝ Short story, highest rank : #23 10 • 26 • 15 ➝ # Coffee Shop, highest rank : #1 11 ● 29 ● 19
“Self-pity won’t do you any good,” a frank voice mused from the backseat of my battered old Honda. I glanced up in the rear-view mirror and into the Onyx eyes of Death, but for a reason unknown to me, I wasn’t the least bit scared. “You wouldn’t be annoyed?” I queried with a raised brow, focusing my attention once aga...