Outcast Ch. 1: As The World Falls Down

The savory aroma of collard greens wafted through the kitchen. I grab a fork out of the drawer near the stove to stir the delectable greens, and – after slightly burning my hand and wrist from the steam – taste them. “Mm, not yet.” I reach up to the overhanging cupboard to shuffle through several bottles of spices before picking out one of my favorite spices, cayenne pepper. I grin as I carefully measure one tablespoon of the spicy seasoning into the large pot of greens. I stir the greens using a clean spoon from the utensils drawer and plop the lid on. It will be a while for the greens to be nice and tender, just how we like them! “Anastelle! Sophie’s here!” My mother’s sweet, southern lilted voice rang throughout the house. Continue reading “Outcast Ch. 1: As The World Falls Down”

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Lilies and Roses

The lavish dining room was heavily decorated with sparkling gems and diamonds. The massive table, which I thought to be stone, had ruby gems embedded into it. A feast of various meats, cheeses and sweet fruit lie in front of me. “My dear Proserpine, you must be ravenous after our journey!” I nervously look at Pluto, standing tall with his dark hair and dark eyes as he enters the dining room. He approaches the head of the table, and leans dangerously close to me. “Aren’t you hungry?” He asked. Continue reading “Lilies and Roses”

Birds of A Feather Flock Together

via Daily Prompt: Distant


“Donny…are you okay?” Anya’s concerned gaze burned through Donny’s back. He scoffs and turns to look at his older sister. “Of course I’m okay Anya. How can you even ask that? Our sister just left us, just like Dad!” His dark brown eyes glare harshly at Anya, who flinches, her equally dark eyes moving to the floor. Continue reading “Birds of A Feather Flock Together”

A Mother’s Love

When I saw that woman verbally abusing her son, watching the tears well up in his eyes as those ugly words came out of his ugly mother’s mouth, I felt rage bubble up inside me, toppling over until I saw red. I wanted nothing more than to shout out at her, to call out all of her flaws, as she was doing now to her son. She pushed and shoved him, ignoring the tears rushing down his face. I wanted to tell her that she wasn’t important, that she deserved to have the worst thing happen to her. But, I couldn’t. What can a paralyzed boy do, confined to his hospital bed, unable to even help himself? I sighed, and looked away from the window. “I’m sorry. I know how you feel.” I clench my fists, looking at my burned legs, covered with cool bandages. “My mother hurt me too.” I wiped a stray tear away from my face, and slip into unconsciousness.