WARNING: There is implied suicide towards the middle of the story.
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”
Sighing happily, I look upon the pot of greasy, liquidly macaroni and cheese that I made by myself, and without the house burning down this time! Scanning the counters, I quickly grab the small, plastic bottle of black pepper, and carefully screw the top off. “Jenny’s going to be so proud of me!” I grin as I pour the pepper into the mac’n’cheese, Continue reading “Dinner At Jenny’s”
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 bright, brown eyes moving to the floor.
Continue reading “Birds of A Feather Flock Together”
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.
It was as if time stopped when Crystal locked eyes with this gorgeous stranger. She gasped, and her bright blue eyes widened in shock. No way, she thought. Continue reading “First Meeting”