
Fuchsia Sunshine shone through the window brilliantly, pooling on the beige-colored carpet around the two children. The occasional breeze rustled the mess of paper around them, on which they busily scribbled with brightly colored crayons. On the other end of the room, a television played colorful cartoons beside a bed dressed in rumpled sheets that had clearly been jumped on.Fuchsia by ~Bottled-Rottweiler
One of the children, a black-haired boy with brilliantly blue eyes and fair skin, looked up from his doodles and awkwardly adjusted his thin-rimmed glasses. “Rottie,” he piped up, “Will you hand me that?” He nodded towards the reddish-purple crayon bes

Tragedy Beneath the barren, leafless branches of a tree, he found her. She was curled into a ball between the gnarled, black roots, as drained of life as the plant itself. Her eyes were squeezed closed, her tear-dampened eyelashes caked with desert sand. Blood streamed down her chin from her nose, staining the sand scarlet. Her black hair, once waist-length and beautiful, was matted and unclean, raggedly sawed off at her shoulders and clinging to her skin with sweat. Her mouth was hanging open and her lips were cracked with thirst, her once tan skin slowly losing its color. She was almost naked, but whoever had abandoned her here had at least had thTragedy by ~Bottled-Rottweiler

Phobia A broad smile spread across Orca's elegant features when she heard the knock on her door, busily tossing a salad in the brightly lit kitchen of her apartment. She wiped her hands on a dishtowel and walked into the other room, opening the door for the handsome, black-haired man on the other side.Phobia by ~Bottled-Rottweiler
With the warmest of smiles, he purred, “Good evening, darling. Ready for dinner?”
She beamed back at him and replied, “Still working on it. It should be ready in a few.”
She stepped aside and welcomed him inside, closing the door behind him. He followed her into the kitchen and watched with a soft smile while she busily
