Want to see a clumsy attempt at a poem?Well, here goes something.Green eyes like the colour of the sea at high tide. Turquoise is what they are actually called. Sultry lips ready for devouring, a come hither gaze a calling. Red fiery hair that shines in the sunlight, delectable curves on a petite figure. She's a whole mood with sprinklings of spunk, I would like to get all up in her trunk.How was that for a first timer?I smiled as I gazed at the so-called poetic words I had just written.Yeah, I knew it was lame.No matter, I'll take my weak penmanship as a reminder of how perfect Mia really is.She was definitely a whole package and more.From the corner of my eyes I saw movement. Kelly was wildly gesticulating about something that irked her. Her lips moved but my mind didn't register anyhing she said.My mind was fixed solely on the redheaded woman who was currently sequestered in my house and gradually ingratiating herself in my mind. She didn't just have spunk, she had balls a

Someone once said life could be categorized into memories.Childhood, teenage hood and adulthood. Each one showing different sides, both good and bad. I think that person forgot about people like me.Those with faulty memories.I tell you it was such an annoyance not remembering who I was nor where I had come from. I drifted through life day to day, relying on the information of what people told me through the television, Abigail, and even Eric. There was nothing for me to hold onto, nothing to think back to, and definitely nothing to grasp.I was like an unwanted ghost, flowing through life.Sad, right?So when Abigail told me I needed to get a life, I literally, jumped at it. She offered to take me out to a nice restaurant, seeing as I had been cooped up all this while. Luckily for me, I had stopped using crutches and was able to walk unaided. Even though I couldn't yet walk at a fast pace, I was still grateful I could walk at all.We - actually- she planned a big day for us. We wou

I watched as a hand forced the little girl's head inside water. Just as she was about to choke, she was brought up for air. She coughed and spluttered but no mercy was given to her. After five counts, her head was plunged inside and after a few seconds, pulled out once again. The process was repeated, a little longer every time, until the girl was able to stay under water for longer . . . until she was able to hold her breathe a little more, until she was -I woke with a start, sucking in large gulps of air. It felt like I was choking. My whole body shook from something I couldn't understand. Even though the room was cool, I was slick with sweat. It trickled down the sides of my face and down my body, plastering my dress to my body.I took several deep calming breaths until I felt my heart relaxing to a more steady beat, then I looked down and saw the bed was a tangled mess. The silk bedsheet was all jumbled up and thrown to the side as if I had been. . . thrashing?Even as I tried to

I stormed out of the house, my whole body shaking. I was weak as fuck. I was also scared, but not for myself. I was scared of myself."Who the fuck are you?" I threw into the air.Why was it as soon as I held the gun, a thrill had run through me? I had enjoyed every bit of the lone shot I fired. I had even wanted to go on, but I had to put myself under control.That was when the hysterics came. . . and the fear. I had seen it in Alex's eyes. He was scared I would shoot him, end his life there and then and send him to his late wife. I was such a fool for trusting him blindly. I knew he meant well but how dare he lie to me?Who made him lord over my life? Over my destiny?My mind wondered back to earlier when Abigail had called me."You better come with me, there's something you need to see."I followed her into the house where she led me into the kitchen. There, Catalina and Raymond stood staring at the plasma screen on the wall. From it, an announcement about a missing person was bein

If staring hard at the words in a letter could change them, I probably-actually-I would most definitely have been a happier person.Unfortunately, no matter how hard I stared at the caustic words in the letter, foreclosure was foreclosure and that was how it would remain.Dear Miss. Hernandez,Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you.We are taking your house from you.Worst Regards.I know, I know, those weren't the words that were typed in the letter but they might as well have been. No matter how much I tried to unread it, it always came out that way in my mind.I had snatched the letter from Alex's hand yesterday, and stomped into my- his guest room. There, I locked myself inside and made sure no one disturbed me. It was now evening and I was starving. I hadn't tasted a morsel of food since yesterday morning.My stomach growled noisily. I shook my head, because I didn't want to step out of the room and encounter anyone. I was sure Abigail would have broken down the door if she were around