"You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."
He was going to eat me. Oh my god he was going to eat me. I was the perfect pastry dish. A summer meal to make the judge salivate through his mouth like the pearls of sweat glistening on his forehead.
By Paige Hermione2 years ago in Fiction
When you are born, your life is like a canvas. Blank. As you grow you will fill the blankness with strokes of colours. Some you're happy with, others are mistakes you make.
By Paige Hermione2 years ago in Poets
She was not alone. Aideen had grown accustomed to the sound of her own footsteps as her boot met with the wetness of newly rained on soil, the mud streaking the leather like paint strokes on canvas. She knew what it sounded like to be alone...
By Paige Hermione3 years ago in Fiction