Letters in alphabet soup

It was her birthday, but not a celebration of her life. Rather the anniversary of another year of her service. Self worth was not existent and self confidence an act. The fake pretense of happiness was easier to take than the reality of sadness and confusion. Confusion, more so than sadness, was the very core of her existence. Not only did life confuse her but every decision, action and emotion did as well. Indecision became her pattern and it wasn't long until she was known for her sheer... Sign in to see full entry.

Everywhere they went, they were followed by the dark shadows of the burn, and the smoldering heat of the fires melted their charm. Their lives were singed by the flames of their love. She was petite and lean, starved by the beasts of a first love. Her eyes were hazy, and she walked in the cloud of smoke that surrounded her heart. Her body was burning with longing, she needed his heat upon her naked skin. The longing made her faint, and she couldn't speak. She didn't need to speak. He knew what... Sign in to see full entry.

The room was thick with the black of night, except for where her brilliant blue eyes shone. Even when she closed them to sleep you could still see the eerie haze of their presence. Her skin was soft and porcelain, the dark made her look like a fragile moonflower. But really she was like the oleander, delicate and deadly, poison to the touch. She was smart, more so than she ever got credit for. She wasn't respected, not for her intelligence or her graces but she was a business woman. Her business... Sign in to see full entry.

She was tall, and slender, with ash brown roots marring her golden hair. She sauntered elegantly as she walked, slowly and justified, across the floor to the bar where she positioned herself, rather discreetly for a woman of her lifestyle, on a cracked leather barstool. She didn't know it but her secrets stank on her like bad cologne in the lush bathroom of a posh hotel the grew from up the ground in a big city. And like the stench of her secrets, her dreams, crushed and dead as they were,... Sign in to see full entry.

There were pink lipstick rings on the ciggarette and old butts collected in the ash tray like forgotten people, who grew old and were discarded at nursing homes. The air smelled of strawberries and stale magnolia perfume. The lights were dim and shown golden under the beige shades. Her eyes were piercing even in the near dark, they screamed out in green fire and brown smoke. She peered out the closed window, almost squinting in the pale light, so pure and bright, yet she did not blink. She... Sign in to see full entry.