Her hair flows down her back like a waterfall, it kisses her hips aggressively like how water hits rock, how rain slaps pavement and out...

Her hair was fire. wavy tongues of fire. She was beautiful before she met you, and you took it away. it was this beauty that drew you to...

On our last day in school as students, a friend of mine (who i spent the entire 4 years trying to impress, and failed miserably) got the...