25 Days of Terror

Day 2 The Mix Up His favorite color used to be green–now it was blue. It seemed like such a small thing, but as his twin–I would know. You don’t just wake up one morning and forget nearly everything about you’re life. He called me our sister’s name. He claimed it was an innocent mistake,Continue reading “25 Days of Terror”

A Fortnight of Lust: Day 7

It’s Better to Roses are red, Violets are blue, Thorns can prick, But won’t bleed you. She slammed her pencil onto the tabletop, after angrily crossing out the lines, and laid her head in her hands. What a naive fool she’d been. Her heart was bleeding still. She’d put him on a pedestal, believed heContinue reading “A Fortnight of Lust: Day 7”