Do you know what it is like to be seen and yet invisible? To be know and yet forgotten? That is the life of a shapeshifter. I put on new faces like make-up and bodies like clothes. For the moment, I am a brunette. Loose curls and wide almond eyes give me an innocent air, blending in perfectly in the background of a suburban high school.
As I walk through the halls I wonder what it would be like ...
It’s a quiet Saturday morning. The sun is just starting to rise over rolling hills, painting the sky a million different colors. The little town is just waking up, murmured hellos not breaking the peace. Sitting in the corner booth of my favorite coffee shop. It’s warm and cozy, the morning chill leaving my bones as I sip sweet heaven.
The coffee has just the right balance of sweet and bitter so...
Silence is heavy. It presses down on me from all directions. It is suffocating, squeezing the air from my lungs. I long for a sound. A drip or a sigh, anything to give a sign of life. It entraps me, daring me to break it. I cannot escape this trap.
Silence is heavy. It holds me close. In the quiet that follows harsh words, it wraps around me comfortingly. I hold onto the moment. The peace in nic...
It was a normal Thursday morning. I was in line for my morning coffee before work when I got a text from my friend. She was going on and on about her new boyfriend. Caileb was exactly her type, nice, quiet, had glasses and liked writing poetry. He also had that soft brown hair and blues eyes she loved. Amy was head-over-heals for this guy! He had woken her up this morning with a text-poem about th...
_I’m writing this because I was told it would help. I just found out my boyfriend of two years has been sleeping with my best friend. It’s a little hard to breathe now that the two people closest to me I can no longer trust. I’ve been walking in a stupor ever since, and the only thing I can feel is pain. But it won’t last forever, right?_
Soft fur slides beneath my hands, and muscles ripple beneath my fingers. A rumble of contentment reverberates in my chest. The smell of warm grass mixes with the faint but sharp smell of blood. His foot steps pound the ground with pride. Until at the smell of prey they go dangerously silent. Scratchy strands of mane tangle in my fingers. And the roar of territory fills me with pride, while filling...