Jennie Lyne Hiott
Stories (4/0)
Rain
(RAIN) “You can’t predict lust. It’s a magical dust that floats in the air. It has no logic, no predetermined path. Maybe it settles on you. Maybe you unexpectedly walk through it … it doesn’t matter how or when really … it makes you think that whoever you’re with or see in front of you is your love … rather they are good or evil.”
By Jennie Lyne Hiott3 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Passion
Passion is not always pretty. It could be a pile of twisted metal, rotating through the air at a fast speed, landing just a foot from where you stand drenched on a wet road, holding your breath, and clutching a heart beating so hard it could explode. Wide-eyed, you stare. You gasp. Your ears filled with hissing and your nose burning from the stench of hot rain and motor oil.
By Jennie Lyne Hiott3 years ago in Journal