lena-lawliet

 For years she had been locked up. Her daddy locked her away in the terrible, cold place. She remembered when she was just a little girl playing in the forest. Oh, how she missed the dirt and rain and sunlight on her back. Ally stretched out on the bed. Her room was grand, she supposed. She possessed everything she asked to possess, spare a few things. Every time she asked, she was given loads of food, even the yummy plant food occasionally. Her daddy brought her more blankets every time he saw her, plus the washed ones she had been forced to part with. He always took the dirty ones, even though they were the most comfortable ones. He gave h

Jonah brushed her silvery hair back behind her ear, looking for some sign of dishevelment. Leonardo, not as pretentious as his name suggests, had eyes locked with the old Count. It was like an older man staring down a portrait of his childhood self, father and bastard embracing the hatred society gave to them for each other. Black tousled hair, combed back over the ear, pale skin, grey eyes, flat nose, and strong jaws just staring at each other with only twenty years and hidden wings to blur lines. The smooth skin of the young man faced the lines of the Count without even a hint of emotion. Jonah noticed she was holding her breath back. Ther

Time stood still. Her eyes ached. It was a slow dull ache, like there was something inside them trying to push out, but the creature being small enough to fit in her eye was not strong enough to push through it. Yes, that seemed to her an adequate description. Like an itty bitty creature trying to push out of her eye but failing almost as miserably as everyone here had. She wished for quiet. A wish no safe place would ever grant her. Perhaps of course that was for the best, for she would know by the noise around her where there was peace. At least, she would know where there was peace enough to allow for the sorrows of people’s experie

My clock was always at 0. Every doctor under the sun had told me it wasn’t meant to be. I would have many friends and loved ones. I didn’t need a soul mate. Typically, I believed them. Then I finally saw him. He was brilliant, smart and funny and kind and perfect. He was my best friend, with his hair and eyes and smile that were so much a part of me that to feel whole I would look for a picture of him. I met him and thought maybe I did have a soul mate. Maybe my clock was glitched. Now, I wasn’t so sure. I sat across from him, as he glanced nervously at his wrist. Two hours and fifteen minutes to go. He had been pacing my r