It wasn’t love – she’d caught a glint of gold in a moment of poverty.
The polished Seducer had built a bridge to Paradise.
It was a temporary one.
In the end she realized her surroundings were quicksand.
The pyrite she clutched didn’t compare to the genuine counterpart she had forsaken.
Carrie enjoys writing in her spare time. Two of her children’s books, Wayne’s Trip to the Moon, and Mr. Jacobs and the Serving Spoon, are available at backerbooks.com. She has also written a few poems and short stories which have not yet been revealed to the public.
They meet on the rooftop, party underway, the trendy and unhip neatly segregated.
I, above the labels, cross the crowd observed, envied. This is my house partied upon. I stand amongst the beautiful people.
We sham an invented happiness. Our surroundings believe the lies.
It’s time to retreat; more cocaine.
Jeffrey Albright is an aspiring writer of compelling fiction. His passion for storytelling was fostered by years of working in and owning a boutique hair salon where, from behind the chair, he has heard many a tall tale and met enough characters to cast his stories for years.
Smoky against sky blue. Sunset orange mingled with hint of passion fruit. Brushed shadows of cheekbone hills. Golden desert dust underneath it all. Skin, flawless.
It didn’t look anything like her. But that didn’t matter. She looked perfect, they said.
She just wished she could smile looking in the mirror.
Flying Squirrel is having some identity crisis issues. She was a turtle in her past life.