A Writers Cliche

The glass slipped out from between my fingers and shattered across the wood floor. Each shard glittered in the light and reflected back to me. How could something so broken be so beautiful? Alcohol pooled around my feet as I stood in wonder. Dark thoughts fill my brain but tonight I found beauty in the … Continue reading A Writers Cliche

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An Unfinished Story

Looking into his glassy eyes, tears running down his face, I felt nothing. Not anger or spite, love or kindness, just a void where emotions should go. It was like watching someone fall asleep except he wasn’t. His heart was stopping while mine kept running. Sebastian laid at my feet bloody and broken trying to … Continue reading An Unfinished Story