

Beautifully BrokenI silently slipped from my pallet, my eyes searching the dark of my shared room. Across the stone floor my sister Amara, younger by only one year, slept peacefully on her own pallet. Her waved black hair had fallen across her tanned face in a careless fashion, yet still showed the beauty for which she was revered. I bit my lip and pulled at a strand my own hair, my eyes shining with envy. My looks had always been noted as curious, unusual, odd. They always paled in comparison to Amara's. I have straight black hair that has a red tint to it, resembling blood in direct moon light, which usually startled younger children and my elders. No one inBeautifully Broken


Paper DollsThere was the creak of old and rusted hinges, and the trapdoor leading up to the dark attic room swung upwards and over. The little hand that had pushed it gripped the side, and as the figure pulled itself onto the wooden boards, a cloud of dust rose like smoke and swirled as though it were alive, before finally settling back on the chipped and creaking floor.Paper Dolls
The figure reached up and, without even needing the light from beneath, found the cord and pulled it. The attic was swallowed in dim yellow, light, and shadows moved eerily against the walls. As the figure stood up, the dozens and dozens of paper dolls moved with the slight
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imagine me, if you must,
as someone you once knew.
someone perhaps you liked
or better yet
imagine me as you.
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