Since I was brought into this messed up world weāve been connected. Some would say we were joined at the hip. Thereās nothing I wouldnāt do for her to laugh and never cry. Sheās my sister, my skin and blister.
But now we are separated and I guess that is all part of growing up. Iām studying in one country and sheās trying to forge a new life in another. Thatās ok, we need new people in our lives...
The ugliest creature to me has a round grotesque mug. Itās skin is dry and flakes then peels like a snake on a smaller scale. Under its eyes are purple marks and small holes like craters that clog and blacken. These blackened craters also cover its small nose and breed in the crevices of the round nostrils. On its plump chin the skin swells and reddens into red bumps that erupt like volcanos with ...
Morgan stared at herself in the airport bathroom mirror popping another diazepam under the yellow light. She hadnāt slept properly since the funeral on Tuesday. Soon sheād be back to normal, cramming for exams in her university library and the tragic event of her uncle and aunts death would be forgotten so she could study for finals. Before life could resume normality she had to escort her kid cou...
Break ins were common on the street I lived on. Just last week Mrs Brennanās house had been ransacked along with the Smith family home. It always happened when no one was around. I guess no witnesses and no accidents that way.
Parking my car in the paved driveway I grabbed my brief case and house keys more absorbed in my phone to immediately notice my front door slightly ajar.
