Once upon a time, a little girl was raised by monsters. But angels burned the doorways to their world, and she was all alone.
Brimstone once told me that to stay true in the face of evil is a feat of strength.
The truth, she found, felt smooth, like a skipping stone in the palm of your hand.
I've always been a reader and a writer.
What does true even mean when it comes to a face? Only souls are true, and when you spill them to the air they melt away.
Did you know that mako shark fetuses eat each other in the womb?... Its true. Only cannibal fetuses survive to be born. Can you imagine if people were like that?