Open your eyes..

And you’ll see a girl who is broken. A girl who has lost hope in a lot of things because of the way she is treated. On the outside she will seem happy and pleased with life. That, I’m afraid, is only a mask. A mask she created so that no one would ever see what is really going on inside. She doesn’t want to burden people with her drama and troubles so she pushes it aside or to the back of her mind, hoping no one will ever see them. Unfortunately it shows sometimes and now ever more so. She needs help and it appears no on actually cares enough to see what is truly wrong unless they witness a part of that hidden truth. They might see it in some of her subtle everyday actions, if only they’d open their eyes….

Your story.

Reading is my escape; words are my sanctuary; imagination, my gift. Each story I read is another adventure, a new experience, a whole new world. When I read, I feel so alive – unrestricted by the mundane laws of ‘reality’, unimpeded by any lingering sense of normality. I choose to suspend reality and accept the alternatives offered to me – a day, a week, a month, a year; it doesn’t matter, I want it all. Eagerly, we, writers, dabble in the art of construction – we construct these worlds of hopes and dreams and then, as readers, we, in turn, consume them. Worlds, dreams, lives, hopes, love and adventure…
Everybody’s got a story to tell - so… what’s yours?