Jude and I managed to salvage something beautiful from the war torn rubble of our lives, a blissful happiness that we paid for in blood.
We fought our way here, leaving pieces of ourselves along the way.
I thought this was the happily ever after in our twisted fairy tale, but I was wrong.
I may be free by definition. That freedom came at a heavy cost and my family is about to pay the price.
At any moment, this façade will come crashing down. Hard.
The life I’ve lived—that kind of world—it stains you, and no matter how hard you try, you can never escape its wrath. Not even in death.
Love. Fear. Loss.
We’re walking a wire and all that’s beneath us is destruction.
is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and
apologise for afterwards.
suffering from slight peen envy.
Stevie J. Cole
husband and two precious daughters. She studied Epidemiology concentrating on
cancer research but has always had a passion for writing. Some of her stories
will strip you bare, some will give you nightmares, but the one thing she can
promise is that she will always give you stories that make you feel.
apocalypse. Think about it: swarming armies of decaying, oozing corpses
stumbling around with clicking teeth, trying to eat your face. Nothing about
that is good. NOTHING!