An electrifying pulse. It beat her until she shrivelled up into her shell, a cocoon of false safety and disregard. She wanted to hide forever and ever and ever; covering her questioning stares and doecontinue <3
Tag: short story
house of mirrors.
“Ma, do you hear something?” He heard it: a low mumbling that rattled the walls. He hated it: the crushing fear that resided in him, and him only. No one believed him.continue <3
iridescent.
As a young girl who had always followed the rules, I was surely taken by surprise when my cousin asked if I had wanted to set off some fireworks. I could distinctly hear the mumblescontinue <3