Youve got pretty eyes. Jess laughed, widening the dark lashes that rimmed liquid pools of gold-flaked forest green. People say that to me all the time, but I will tell you a secret. Cordon leaned in, grazing a finger down her cheek, Myes? My eyes are only beautiful because they are the windows to my soul. You must have the soul of an angel. More laughter rang out as she curved her mouth into a thin-lipped smile. No. Not at all. You see, people do not wish for goodness. They are drawn to the serial killers, the train wrecks, and the evil that swells up in this world like a bloated leech feeding from societys vein. It is the reason they sit, mouth agape in front of their televisions, as tragedy screams at them in high-def color. People love the nightmarish revelation that there is something far worse than themselves in this world. That is why they love to look into my eyes. A snippet from Soulless by Catherine Stovall
Posted on: Mon, 07 Jul 2014 05:03:09 +0000
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