No. That is the word. It's an important word: no. So short - so simple: yet so often nearly impossible to say. Sometimes even so elusive that the person who should have said it didn't even know. Until it was too late.
By Sofie5 years ago in Fiction
Hello. My name is Buttercup. And I am terrified. I was born in the hills. I don’t remember much, except – a young girl. She was my best friend. I don’t think I have a mother: but, for a while, I had my Emmy.
By Sofie5 years ago in Horror
