She stood by the door and knocked. As I opened, chills ran down my spine as I quickly shut the door. ‘Why was she here?’ I opened it again, this time slowly to confirm her presence. Our eyes met and I froze. ‘Why was she here, asking calmly to be invited in?’ My chest was…
By Daniella D. I remember dying so abruptly. My mind, still conscious, despite my unresponsive body, felt rage. Rage from the way I passed, rage that I did not deserve to die, rage that I was innocent and never befitted the stereotype to be gunned down with four bullets in my chest. I was…
“Girls like you won’t find love,” My friend of many years once said, “Most men want their women quieter, Not dominant and more submissive.” He avoided my eyes, my very Deeply hurt, and angry eyes. Today I reflect back on that night, And realize it had been simply a relief. “Girls like you” will fight back, Will…
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