Silvia6972

           I sit here and watch as faceless people walk past me. I know the words that are behind their looks, as I have heard them all before. They believe I have no pride in myself because of how I choose to dress, they believe I that I don't think of myself as beautiful because I refuse to wear pounds of make-up, and they believe that I will always be alone because I don't believe in their ideals of love. I sit quietly and listen to their hushed whispers as they talk about a person they think they know everything about. I watch silently as they walk in groups and pairs, thinking that I know nothing about them. They couldn't be more wrong,

No Regrets I can hear them; the voices echo like an endless tape inside my mind. But no matter how long these voices try to haunt me nothing can change what has already been done. *  *  *  *  *  *  * “Absolutely NOT!” my mother screamed in reaction to my simple request. “Why not? Her parents will be there and I can give you their house number-” I was cut short by the sound of shattered glass as it resonated from the roof above, which was also the floor to my bedroom. My mother continued her rant about how it was unsafe for me to be out with a friend she had never met, even though my mind was no longer concerned w

With just a hint of almonds  Rozalin started her shift with the only job she found enjoyable, preparing the coffee. She inhaled deeply as the warm and soothing aroma drifted into her nose.  The sweet smell of coffee always found a way to push the thoughts of her day to the back of her mind and help her relax. “Rozalin? Is that you?” A man’s voice asked from behind her. Just the sound of his voice brought back a flood of pain filled memories. Everything that had ever happened between the two of them raced to the forefront of her mind, from the day they first met to the bitter end of their relationship. As she turned to f

Three by Three The dirt roads echoed with an eerie silence, the air contaminated with the restlessness of its residents. Carved saloon doors squeaked on rusty hinges as a light breeze mingled with the stale air. Sally was aware of what this day brought. Everyone knew. A glance at the horizon could remind those who had somehow forgotten. Three crimson moons filled the afternoon light with their own forlorn glow, each moon, smaller than the first, fit perfectly on the other, or so the myths said no one had ever seen it, none dared to take the chance. Sally rested her hand on her leather holster as she remembered the day her father told her

Do you hear? Orange, red, yellow… her favorite colors fell upon deadened grass that could never be saved. Ella stared out to the world she was missing, the friends she had lost, the time of her life that was supposed to be fun. As she turned around the reasons for her current life sat in a plastic Elmo chair coloring with a black bear sitting in his lap.  She had given birth to Ryan seven years ago; she had been forced out of her home, and had to drop out of high school to support them. She never truly hated Ryan; Ella simply despised how he looked. His blond hair and pristine blue eyes mimicked those of the man who left her. He was sti

Fallen 1 Prier watched as the crimson liquid stained the pure white ground. She never meant for things to turn out this way but nothing could stop it now. Suddenly she felt the land beneath her shake violently and split apart, as if the world itself was enraged with the crime she committed. She could feel herself plummet into the black abyss, a free fall from which she had no escape. Darkness engulfed everything around Prier that was once light, and this shadowy grave turned her thoughts of hope to ones of deepening despair. She reached a hand up for help but nothing could save her now. Once friendly faces stood and watched, no one was will