When Jill was little, her grandmother used to tell her that money wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. She would tell her about what’s really important and that money would fade but making memories that last, love, and laughter are the currency of the truly wealthy; unfortunately, Jill never quite grasped the truth that had been laid before her. For when the opportunity to sacrifice all of those th...

His face is serious most of the time, but when a smile does grace his features it brightens a room. His nose is short and freckles barely peek out to be seen. His lips are plump and kissable, oh how I love those lips. His teeth are straight and show with every laugh and grin. His cheeks are round and fun to pinch, and eyebrows are perfectly thick with a unique scar that runs through one of them. H...

“Don’t touch that.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, just don’t do it again.”

“Okay. I won’t.”

“Good. Can you hold still?”

“Why?”

“Because I said.”

“Bossy.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said—You’re bossy.”

“And you’re Contrary.”

“Overbearing.”

“Indignant.”

“Entitled.”

“Ignorant.”

“Self absorbed.”

“You lose.”

“What, how?”

“Self absorbed is two words.”

“Fastidious.”

“Good word, but you still ...

She is not tall, in fact, she is a mere 5’0” tall. Her eyes are hazel, green being the dominant color on particularly cloudy days. Her mouth is not thin, but not to be described as plump either. Her body is not thin, her curves are attractive, but accentuated more so in some areas than others. Her freckles go along her nose, her cheeks and forehead, her shoulders and arms are dotted with them as w...

Strong—

She’s been through a lot. Even though she didn’t suffer much growing up, she had shouldered burdens that she wouldn’t wish upon anyone, even if they were minute in comparison to others’ struggles. She caught her mother cheating on her dad, not once, but twice. And unfortunately for her, she was the one to break the news to her father. Her brother was only 19 and he was slowly killing h...

She stared at him, eyes blinking and hopeful, and when he grabbed her extended hand— she knew she was his. This was only the beginning....

I sit on my balcony, my gray hair flying across my face and the sea breeze floating along my wrinkled skin. The ocean is right in front of me, I could throw a rock and it’d plummet into the sapphire depths. The air was crisp, its smell was salty, yes, but something more. It held secrets, and seemed to hold the key to a vault of memories and a vast collection of stories that “once were”. I remembe...

When I used to peer into the mirror I saw a girl whose identity was not founded in the amounts of makeup she could make into a masterpiece, it was a girl who was confident in her own skin, and claimed her imperfections as uniquely her… she was happy. She was full of life and hope. Her eyes shown brightly and her smile reached her ears; however, as time passed and beauty became a mask to create and...