• Lexi commented on the post, simple 6 years, 9 months ago

    It was supposed to be simple. Pure. Heaven. Why was it hell? Why was it that she was in love, and yet it still hurt? She couldn’t quite wrap her mind around the intricacies of it all. Why did it hurt?

  • Lexi commented on the post, both 6 years, 9 months ago

    They both looked exactly the same. Ebony hair, piercing green eyes, pale skin. They should; after all, they were twins. However only Hana had her nose pierced, a ring of black around both eyes and a hardened look. They both looked the same, but they weren’t.

  • Lexi commented on the post, object 6 years, 9 months ago

    The object loomed ahead in the darkness. What was it? She moved slowly toward it, her feet silent in the fresh snow. She squinted, searching for possible threats as she moved; everything seemed eerily quiet. Was it nothing important in the distance, or was the object ahead a trap?

  • Lexi commented on the post, cook 6 years, 9 months ago

    The cook was tall and lean, a snooty look on his face. I looked at him with suspicion. My grandmother had always told me to never trust a skinny cook; their food isn’t good enough for even them. I eyed the dish and took a hesitant bite; it was delicious!!

  • Lexi commented on the post, himself 6 years, 9 months ago

    He wasn’t himself. Or was he? She didn’t know him all that well. But still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was somewhat distant suddenly. Like he didn’t care, but just didn’t have the heart to tell her. He hadn’t been like this at first, and she wondered, what had changed?

  • Lexi commented on the post, rise 6 years, 9 months ago

    The rise and fall of her chest was like music as she slept. She knew nothing of what was going on around her. He moved a few golden strands from her face and smiled. She was but a child, and yet he felt that she was so much more. He wanted to convince her to be his lover, but he knew it would be tricky.

  • Lexi commented on the post, past 6 years, 9 months ago

    Grunting, groaning. Pain. The past was a place where I had no escape; I was stuck under him and he was bent on having me whenever he could. Pills were taken, concoctions drank to make it disappear, and yet I could never quite escape what he did to me in the past. I hated him. And he loathed me for being the thing he wanted most.