Oilux

You dial a number. It’s a number you’ve known from heart since you were eight, to call in case of emergencies, to talk, to cry and to laugh. This number is home. The phone rings. And you wait. There is nothing else to do. The knot in your stomach won’t ease, it sits there, heavy, demanding to be felt. A small spark of hope rests in your chest. Maybe this time there will be an answer. There isn’t though, after the ringing never seems to stop, and goes on, the only other sound being your breathing. The voicemail is both disappointing and a relief to hear. You hang up before it starts recording. It tides you ove

Her hair was orange and glowed in the fire turning black and ash not a single moment later the scissors were cold The embers were glowing just the same hungry for her tresses the royal red burned yet no burn was left Her hair was short uneven with amber roots outgrowing the dye showing her natural shade mom and dad took the scissors away Orange locks tickle her neck fire cannot fight fire mom and dad breathe easier she does not touch the scissors though she always looks She is eighteen leaving home is a blessing her hair bundled in a hat she does not like to see it the brightness keeps her up at night The hairdresser mourns her hair m

Daddy, aren't you proud of me? Haven't I done enough Daddy? Am I not your little girl? Daddy, I'm sorry I'm not perfect, but can you please come back? I promise I'll do better. I promise I can be perfect. Daddy, Don't you love me? Look I drew you a picture, will you come home now? Daddy? Where did you go? Please come back. Mommy says you don't care anymore but I know it's not true. It can't be true. Daddy, You don't even call anymore. You said you loved me and that I was your princess, then why aren't you here? Daddy, Please come home. I want my Daddy back.

You dial a number. It’s a number you’ve known from heart since you were eight, to call in case of emergencies, to talk, to cry and to laugh. This number is home. The phone rings. And you wait. There is nothing else to do. The knot in your stomach won’t ease, it sits there, heavy, demanding to be felt. A small spark of hope rests in your chest. Maybe this time there will be an answer. There isn’t though, after the ringing never seems to stop, and goes on, the only other sound being your breathing. The voicemail is both disappointing and a relief to hear. You hang up before it starts recording. It tides you ove

Time was only a factor if you let it. Xion and Roxas had been together longer than they could possibly remember, but to them each day was a new day, filled with new adventures. They went from being acquaintances to friends, from friends to dating, and finally they took that final leap and got married. It had been a big beautiful whit wedding. Everyone they knew was there, with Axel as the best man and Kairi as the maid of honor. The two of them couldn't have been happier. They had been together for over 3 years now. It was no surprise to anyone either when they said they were going to try to have kids. When Xion was pregnant four months lat

She walks down the street with grace, Knowing all eyes are on her. Cat calls and wolf whistles, Followed her everywhere she went. Confidence radiated from her All the other girls jealous She smirks at their jealousy, Not sparing them a second glance. 'These people aren't worth my time', She thought. 'I know I'm better than them.' Her smirk grew. Suddenly she stopped, It didn't take long for a man to walk over. 'What's a beautiful girl like you doing out here?' He said. She basked in his attention. 'Nothing.' The man smiled 'You got a name beautiful?' She felt herself grow stronger with all the attention. 'I'm pride.' She