The mortal temptation of which I speak, who shall be named Arlene, is one such person who thrust’s these jests to others, to guard her spirit and cleanse her mind. Tears run from her eyes and began to chip away the carefully laden mascara.
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A young girls story
six a.m. its another morning and as usual she doesn’t want to wake up. Their teenage daughter finally pulls herself out of bed ten minutes later,turns on the light and begins her daily routine. She throws on her black jeans, tanktop, and a hoodie and rolls up the sleeves. She then throws her hair up… Continue reading A young girls story
river called denial
“I am a girl of color now,” she tells the mirror, again. I lay sprawled on th bed and watch her adorn herself meticulously. She brushes her long raven locks and braids them into one thick rope, adding such garish decorations as sparkling butterflies and golden flower clips. I sigh but she appears not to… Continue reading river called denial
I Am A Hardcore Goth
Looks like I didn’t log in properly for my last post (Something Gothic This Way Comes), which was met with muted enthusiasm, but I figure the internet is limitless and a few more hundred words of utter crap can’t hurt anybody much.