Chapter 1: Demon's DaughterDemon's DaughterChapter 1: Demon's Daughter4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ivy waited anxiously outside the operating room for her mother. Suddenly the ER light went off, and the
doctor came out.
"How's mommy??" Ivy asked.
"I'm sorry...but your mother...she's gone..." answered the doctor sadly.
Ivy was crushed. She collapsed to the ground and just started crying. It was only the natural thing to do
if your mother suddenly died on what seemed like a perfect day. The doctor stayed to comfort her. When she
finally calmed down, she asked to see her mother one last time. She was still on the operation tale, a white
sheet stained in blood that was covering her cold, dead body.
"Why," she asked as tears streamed down her cheeks," WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME?!?! IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME!
She sobbed quietly over her mother's dead body, but after a long moment of silence a cold, hard voice broke the
"Yes. It should've," someone said behind her.
Ivy looked toward the door. I
Demon's Daughter: Chapter 2Chapter 2Demon's Daughter: Chapter 23 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She immediately ducked as she heard a few more knives hit the wall. How many knives did he have anyway?
Apparently, the man heard the knives hit the wall and not Ivy as well.
"Little Ivy," he said in a singsong voice," Come out, come out wherever you are."
At that statement, she froze. How did he know her name? She shook from head to toe and slowly turned
towards the man and tried to see his face. Another knife flashed by her and she quickly hid again.
"Found ya," the man said playfully.
She was startled at the statement. Hoping he was just teasing her, but as if in an instant, the man was
right in front of her. He laughed, as she just stared in fear. She could see his face clearly now. He had short
brownish hair with a few greys mixed in and a scar running down his right eye. Why did villains always have some
sort of scars to make them look evil? Anyway, it seemed like he still had a lot of knives up his sleeve and I mean
that literally. He had a knife in his hand ready to k
Where Are My Butterflies?When people speak of love, they talk of these butterflies they get in their stomach. The ones that flutter with a mad intensity; their delicate wings so strong against the lining of your stomach, that crash around your rib cage and it hurts so good because it means that they are near.Where Are My Butterflies?1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't feel them.
I just feel different.
I feel the want to have you near, and to lean into your touch.
I feel it in my bones, and my head, and maybe somewhere along the line...
...it has crossed into my heart.
I feel an ache that no pill can cure, no medicine or ancient herbal remedy.
I just want to be near you.
But I just hope, with the way that you act...
...that we will never feel the butterflies together.
The First KissIt wasn't even past eight when she ran into her room. She didn't bother and change her clothes as she simply slid under the covers. She cocooned herself in her bed hurriedly, unable to hold back the smile that crept up her face. She knew that she had acquired a new set of dreams this evening. Dreams that will be haunting her for a very long time.The First Kiss5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She'd banished every other memory on her way home. This one dream was so majestic it seemed unfit to share anything with it. She feared a picture of her precious moment would seep through the smile she couldn't hide and someone would catch it and drag her back into the dull silent world.
It was a kiss that lasted seconds, but in her head it was a cinematic that went on for hours. Her heart pounded so viciously to the point she thought the sound alone could fill the entire world around her. She recalled her kiss, a blush creeping on her cheeks.
She closed her eyes tightly as she stirred in bed. Maybe her dream will go on