Like warm, gentle hands the smiling sun cupped her pale face, its light soaking into every pore of skin. Bright and blinding as ever, her eyes flickered shut as she raised her head toward the light she had sworn she would never see again. Each day that passed in that damp dark cellar had only served as a testament to that. But here she stood, outside with the wind running its cool hands through he...

Three lies, that’s all you get.

And here I stand, cuffed hands behind my back, metal chinking as my hands tremble.

Some might say I wasted my first lie and I can’t help but agree with them. It had been drilled into me since I was young to never tell lies— like every other kid. “Not unless it’s life or death.” My mother would chide. But at seven years old under the scrutinising stare of my mother, ...

I wore a dress of shimmering lace, irradiated in the luminous moonlight.

Its ivory beams paved our path and guided our steps, like a distant spotlight.

His hands were soft and held the warmth only those with a beating heart could bear. His touch familiar, as his arms fastened around my waist, holding me close enough to whisper tearful declarations in my ear. Unspoken vows at the mercy of stolen ti...