Series
Invidia
Eyfira I-Seosha twirls around for me to see. The moonlight breaks through the curtains of the palace, draping across her bare, round shoulders and the glowing pearl necklace that rests on her creamy collarbone. She wears a royal gown, dyed with a rare purple that calls to mind a dusk fading into the night. They match the shade of her eyes perfectly; eyes that glitter because she knows how beautiful she looks already. To her, it is not vanity. It is simply the truth. At her hips, the fabric takes flight, gracefully fluttering around her slender legs like ribbons of mist. A silvery-white, ornate pendant in the shape of a butterfly adorns her waist. The insignia of the Monarch. The Empress. Her mother. She confidently tosses her dark auburn hair, clipped with a sparkling diamond ornament I bought her at the local market. She looks back at me, the corners of her full lips curling up ever so slightly.
By Wen Xiaosheng4 years ago in Fiction
Patient 434
It was after midnight on December 25th and that meant it was either really early or really late. The sky was overcast and after a long battle with itself began to give its wet, silvery flakes to the ground. The flakes fell together and they fell apart, but they always fell in silence.
By Sean Rohrer4 years ago in Fiction
Nightmare Canvas: Green
Everything felt different to her. The room she woke up in today wasn't the same as the one she fell asleep in last night. Everything from the curtains to the carpet was devoid of their original colors and was now pure white. The LEDs that lined the top and bottom of the walls appeared brighter than they actually were and flashed red each time she attempted to open the door. She only made three attempts, but it was on that third attempt that the knob morphed into a blade and left a deep cut on her palm.
By Cassidy Moon4 years ago in Fiction
