In the story of your life am I the hero or the villain?

My spirit animal would eat yours

The monster hadn't come for her during the night as she'd imagined a monster would when she was very small. Those were the childhood rules...You only ever had to be afraid of monsters in the dark. Now that Kayn was grown up, she understood that anyone could be a monster on the inside.

Happiness isn't a place. You can't find it. It's an emotion. You create those bad boys within yourself. If you can't? Awkward, that sucks. It's still in you though. Take meds. Find a reason to laugh. Everyone has a list. Do it. Go There. Ride a pony. Write a book. Watch a movie. Sing a song.

I'm a sparkly thing. I've been kept in cages and walked down planks with a skip in my step and a smirk on my face.

I'm going to need kittens and sedatives.

She's a batshit feral hitwoman for a Clan of immortals, and sometimes just a girl in love with a boy destined to be her Handler. The only thing standing between them is cannibalism and intimacy induced amnesia.

The dark mass of her violator suddenly appeared beside her, leaning in so close that she could smell his putrid breath, moist over her face. Every hair on her body was standing on end. The electrical power between Kayn and the man in the dark was like a charge. He ran a finger over her exposed breast saying, “You were never to be born; this situation had to be corrected.

As her vision flickered one last time, the man was gone; it was her mother looking into her eyes.Her mother’s eyes were filled with so much love that it seemed to release her from her pain and fear as it did when she was a small child. Her mother cradled her as a baby, rocking her back and forth. She was safe now in her mother’s arms. She was at peace. Mommy, her heart sang, you’re here to save me.

I can't wait to get back to writing today so I can see what happens next Kim Cormack