Velvet Skirts and Alligator Heels

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Summary

A series of short stories I write. Some are better than others, some are hidden gems, and some are complete garbage. Here, I will post all of them. It takes time to produce something worth the read. Many things travel through the human brain in a flash. Faster than anything you can imagine. So when an idea pops into my head, I have to get it down before it becomes just a fleeting thought.

Genre
Other
Author
Mo
Status
Ongoing
Chapters
7
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

Blindly

Her hands felt cold against my warm skin. I wanted her fingers to linger across my neck down to my hands. I wanted to warm them with the heat I felt when I looked at her. I wanted her hands to never feel the wrath of ice or her lips to feel dry, her eyes to be wet with tears, or her heart to feel heavy with despair.

“You're staring again,” She let out a soft chuckle.

“Am I?”

“Yes. I see no point though. It’s not like you can see me.”

“I don’t need to see you to know you’re beautiful.”