MirrorsForEyes

A Spectacular Parade 'Come one come all' Says the woman at the door Pointed fox ears stick through a black top hat Sharp fox eyes look out from under it With a cane and a topcoat, and white little gloves She beckons you over with the curl of a finger 'Take a tour' 'Try it out' she says with a sly grin One just cannot help but do as she suggests She opens the door, over which reads a banner 'Carnival Fantasia – enter for your wildest dreams' She guides you through but does not follow And closes the door behind you What strange absurdities your eyes do spy Fantastic, bizarre, terrible sights Girls dance like marionettes Str

Chapter 2. Billie shot up. "What the heck!" Billie looked around frantically. She found herself in an alley, lying on the filthy ground, sitting in grime that could have been anything. Billie stood up shakily. "What happened?" she asked, though she didn't know who was supposed to answer it. Suddenly the events that had transpired came swirling back into her brain like a destructive tornado. She cried out in remembrance and pulled up her shirt. She gasped; she saw nothing except for her C sized chest pushed into a lovely lacy bra from Victoria's Secret. There was no bullet wound to speak of. "Well that's weird." Billie chewed her lip

Chapter 1. Billie lit her cigarette and pressed it between her lips. Inhaling deeply first, she blew out a stream of smoke that dissipated into the rainy sky. It was miserable out; the sky was a deep depressing grey and cold icy raindrops fell from looming clouds. Not enough that it could be called a shower, but enough that if one stood in it for more than a few minutes, they'd be soaked through to the skin. Billie shivered and zipped up her black hoodie. It didn't help much. She was wet and extremely uncomfortable. And uncomfortable meant she was liable to get irritable. Her bare legs shined with the raindrops that rolled down the tan skin

Chapter 1. "Uh, anyone up there? Hello! Hellooo! Dammit!" The girl tried to reach up and grab the vine that was wrapped around her ankle. Before her fingers so much as brushed it, she slid another foot down the side of the craggy canyon wall. She stopped moving and gulped, looking down at the river running what seemed like miles below. Pebbles displaced by her movement fell, bouncing off the rock wall. "Uhhh…" Her mouth contorted into a nervous grimace that was almost comical. A sick feeling started to well up in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't believe the predicament she was in, hanging over a mile deep canyon by her foot. It