Schizophrenia Skylar awoke to the sound of buzzing in his ears.Schizophrenia by YumeFairy
He opened his eyes. Blurs of colours swam before his eyes: greens, oranges, yellows. No distinctive shapes could be made out in the colours. He realized, startled, that he couldn't see.
But he could feel. He was lying in a small cot of some sort, and he was completely naked. There were cotton sheets under him and he was covered with a thick woollen blanket. At the touch of the soft material, his vision immediately began to cloud with various hues of pink.
He stretched out his hands, and felt metal bars on both sides of him. He saw purples and blues. He lightly tapped a finger against the metal, experimenting, and relished the clink each time his nail made contact with it. Hey, this is fun. Slowly he glided one hand up one bar, feeling the smooth coolness in his palm. Touch was a new sense to him, and he felt as though it should be used cautiously.
When his hand met more resistance at the top,
A Beast's Wish She had only left the mansion two weeks ago to visit her sick father, but it already felt like ages. Before she left, he gave her his ring, making her promise to return in a week. He remembered her smiling – oh, that smile drove him wild – and saying, “I promise,” before turning, her white horse galloping and disappearing into the mist.A Beast's Wish by YumeFairy
He paced around his garden quietly, missing her more by the minute. The song of the birds was the only thing that stopped everything from falling into an empty silence. His nose was filled with sweet fragrances of lilies, asters, and roses ... Roses – those were her favourite. He would send her a million roses if it meant that she could return to him this instant.
Belle. She was the only girl that he had ever fallen truly in love with. She was beautiful – long auburn hair, warm brown eyes, and a shapely body a man wouldn’t be able to resist. Of course, he had met many other women equally bea
Photograph “Mommy! Look! They handed out the yearbooks today!” Lucy yelled joyfully as she ran down the hall of the great mansion, her shouts echoing off the walls and her stockinged feet pitter-pattering on the linoleum floor. It was the last day of school and she was excited for the two-month-long summer break that stretched gloriously ahead of her.Photograph by YumeFairy
Mother turned around, leaving her cooking for the moment. “Really? Let me see, dear.” She wiped her hands on her apron, smiling warmly at the sight of her youngest daughter – her light brown hair astray and her bright blue eyes filled with glee – as she bounded into the kitchen. In her arms she carried a thick, hardcover book.
She gently took the yearbook from her daughter's hands and walked into the living room, settling down comfortably in a sofa. Lucy jumped up beside her. Mother flipped through the pages as she and Lucy laughed at funny pictures and talked about her classmates.
Hello there! You can call me Dream.
I am an introvert at heart.
Art and literature are passions of mine.