Well, it does have a horn centered on its brow, and it’s… horse-like, but that’s about where the similarities end. It has gray, bulbous eyes that protrude from either side of its long, narrow face.
Bony protrusions run along its jaw and brow. The cheeks are so sunken, you could fit a lemon in each hollow.
The skin is hairless and dingy, with patches of mottled pink scattered...
A single candle on the table in front of him illuminated a large painting hanging on the wall. The eyes of the painting stared back at him. Unmoving.
Prince Charming VI swallowed painfully and let out a sigh. Then he blinked down at the crown that lay, weighty, in his hands. The cold metal of the crown was not warming fast enough to h...
The way my thoughts smooth over like a calming wave when you hold my hand, even this close to sleep. Even this close to sleep, you hold me– not like glass, but something like it, and your hair smells like soap and soft grass and I want to pull that into my lungs until it becomes me.
Your arm around my chest, around my shoulders– it’s like a famili...
I remember you asking me, “Why do you cut yourself open like that?” I didn’t know the answer until the words came out of me; the vessel carrying contents unknown, the messenger reading lines unwritten and unread.
“Because no one else will do it for me.”
No one else will splay me wide, every expression, every sentence laid bare.
No one else will flay the truth from my bones. I, alone, can point ...
