Willow Cinders
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Love: In All Uncertain Terms
Love... I don’t even know what it is anymore. I thought it was that obsessive feeling that you get when you feel completely enamored with someone, where they occupy your every waking thought. I thought love was desire, I thought love was passion.
By Willow Cinders3 months ago in Poets
A Stranger in the Looking Glass
"The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own," were the last words She ever said to me. It was a dark and quiet night when my phone rang, and I jolted awake to answer it. I checked the caller ID and saw that it was Serina, an old friend from high school. I answered with a groggy "Hello?" but instead of a greeting, I was met with a strange, unsettling sound that I couldn't place at first. It sounded like a mixture of laughter and sobbing, as if she was on the brink of a breakdown.
By Willow Cindersabout a year ago in Horror
It Lurks Among the Pine
As I write this, the mountains seem so dark and damp from the freshly fallen snow; too early in the season to settle on the forest floor. Incandescent yellows and fiery orange leaves climb the mountainside in broad strokes among the primarily piney wood.
By Willow Cindersabout a year ago in Fiction