A Short StoryBy: Marshala Eady
Hope. Hope is something we all have. My neighbor, John, has hope that he will win the lotto one of these days. 1,193 more words
You’re dead to me.
That is what I’ve told myself the moment your plausible facade surfaced above your murky ocean of lies. I don’t know when or for how long have you been feeding me with betrayal for breakfast, deception for lunch, and ignorance for dinner and still manage to kiss me with poison filled lips of eternal life. 1,288 more words