Fire.

I could see the flames of fire leaping in his eyes. The hungry flames leapt higher trying to fly away with the winds to destinations unknown, on journeys more romantic. The gleaming eyes sent a chill down my spine even as the heat from the flames was making me swelter. I walked away from theContinue reading “Fire.”

The Kill.

“Would you care for another drink maybe?” he asked, as they looked on at people dancing on the floor. “No, thank you. I don’t drink,” she replied politely, smiling at the request. “Really? I thought you had to be drunk to be so happy and lively!” “I’ll take that as a compliment!” she said, smiling.Continue reading “The Kill.”