Writing Prompt

I stare at nivana , portrayed as a villain In a cruel story that she never wanted written .

I feel bad but then…

I

See…

ThE

victim that is threatened by a jagged grenade of glass , my sister , my beautiful sister!

All the rage of the breakup come bellowing out , at least I thought they did as all I can...

- Miss Ross! I need you right now.- my head quickly turned to welcome the newcomer.

Janet Harter, resident of the same building I reside in. She entered just like a wild wind, that reminds me. Is it spring already?…

Her voice took place again.

- My brother had been killed, **_he_** did it. You have to attend the judge. Please, Natalie, please.- she didn’t even take breath between words and he...

⚠️Warning: contains such things as murder and death⚠️

He was so kind. He would never hurt me, would he? Just because he has a criminal record doesn’t mean he’s a criminal, does it? People say he killed his ex girlfriend but I don’t believe that. Those hazel eyes are soft; eyes that don’t belong to a killer. Besides, if he did he probably had a good reason for killing her, she is his ex after all....

We were just kids whenever we first met at the playground. You told me your name was Belle…my princess Belle I used to call you. We were young blind oblivious

We didn’t know better

As time went on

We changed

You became distant

Cold

Heartless

Those eyes that I loved so much

Those hazel eyes are soft…

Loving…

Kind…

Those hazel eyes don’t belong to a killer...

“Why don’t you come around much anymore.” Hazel asks with a smile on her face, her ears perking up with the incline of her mouth. Her eyes radiate as happiness flows through her, looking at the man she loves.

“I’m just busy.” Zane says quietly, his head down as he looks down at his feet. He moves his foot forward along the cement floor, kicking a rock across Hazels porch as he continue to look aw...

He grabbed her by the waist and murmured, “those hazel eyes are soft, eyes that don’t belong to a killer.” She glanced down feeling the weight of the knife that was hiding behind her back. He was never supposed to find out this way....

Those hazel eyes are soft; eyes that don't belong to a killer. Then why when I look into them, all my worries go away. Because these eyes I've known and trusted my whole life, and now? Now I don't know what to believe

"Chasity, god damnit, look at me" his voice is pleading. I didn't even realize I haven't been looking at his eyes, Im avoiding that gaze im so familiar yet unfamiliar with. I look...

Cotton is no saint.

He’s stolen. He’s hurt people. He’s destroyed.

But he’s never killed someone.

A villain with a code. He knows what it sounds like. He sounds like a water-powered Robin Hood. Though without the giving to the poor part.

Safe to say, Cotton’s not a hero.

He’s the villain Water Craze. Or was.

Right now, he’s not sure what he is.

His mom is a villain. One of the worst.

...

Those hazel eyes are soft; eyes that don’t belong to a killer. I know his gaze, the gaze that belongs solely to me. But how could I be so sure? He’s already hidden so much from me, my whole life is built up upon a lie.

“Please say something,” he beckoned.

But i just stared at him. Studying his motions, noticing a small twitch in his face. My eyes lingered to his lips, a pair which...

Yavanna fell in love with a man with the softest eyes.

They were not so blue as one would imagine, but were an ethereal shade so hallowed a sinner could weep.

It was perilous indeed, for she knew if those eyes beseeched her near, the word _no_ would be erased from her tongue completely.

One look was all it could take to command her.

As if on instinct, Erebus veered upon her. Blood tainted his ...