Tuesday, July 06, 2010


She is so determined to overcome her fears that she swallows the mixture the local so-called witch sells. It’s made from unicorn’s tears and grass stains, tastes like a rainbow, is called fairyheart. She’ll do anything to get more of it now, even the most frightening things in the world.

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Kathryn's Daily Writing Workout said...

The bathroom cabinet contains bottles of Lust, Insecurity and Misery. Since she met John, she hasn't had to turn its key but after last night, it burns her palm. At first she sits on the bath's edge, holding back. Then she sidles out, back to the wall. The fridge awaits.