dark-fiction

Around eighth grade Margot started getting really sensitive about her weight, even though she wasn__ remotely fat__ust a little round-faced. So Margot did what any normal fourteen-year-old girl would do. She started puking on purpose, every day after fifth period. Of course now, she does more than puke. But we don__ talk about that. Because real friends don__ judge each other for what they do to survive in hell.

For the first time in a long time a bit of something I was unfamiliar with crept up inside me.If I hadn__ known better, I__ have thought it was hope.

I need to know if you would like it if I put him to ground for you.

He thrust into me as if he were trying to climb into my soul.

We were just us, broken and bruised, fucked-up and messy, and together we were everything we never thought we could be.

We are all a little damaged, Bee. Some of us more than others.

I fell asleep that night in the arms of a killer. I'd never slept better.

Sick, twisted Abby was in love with the sick, twisted, beautiful Jake.

My name is one best whispered in terror in a dark corner.

Why, oh why was I standing entranced when I should have been releasing my inner she wolf on his arse?

Jane sneezed three hundred dollars' worth of coke into the air.Krishna's black eyes seem to have mirrors in them. She glances at me with a smile as big as the Cheshire Cat's.

Now that's a ghastly moon, not ghostly.

Famine was a dirty bitch with rotten fangs, but the hunger she put in a belly bit sharp nonetheless.