I haven't written anything along the lines fiction yet so here it goes..Let me know if you like it, I'll post more.

Dear Journal:
I know I haven't written in here in a long time, but this is something I honestly cannot tell anyone else. At least not without making myself look crazy.

Elisha McMillian was sitting at her desk staring blankly out her bedroom window. Her best friend's favorite song "Stairway to Heaven" was playing.

The Party

I’m waiting for my mum.
The rain continues to fall; yet I don’t notice because I am so cold. I am afraid. I wish I knew what the time was.

I eased to a stop, hit the gas again. On such a frigid morning, there was no point in opening the doors if no-one was climbing in. I could see her in the rearview mirror, my only passenger, when I glanced up from the road.

Drop Dead Gorgeous

The cage, barbed with horned wire, resided in the empty tavern-like room.

Rey stared blankly as she quickly paced down the street. Even when jaywalking, her mind was still elsewhere, so unlike her profession.

Day One.

Five days. Six nights. Obsession.
The drunken frenzy. The shy smile. The short dress.