Carina's life is affected greatly if not negatively by her facial flaws, as nobody wants much to do with her. Yet, they say don't judge a book by its cover.

   In a world where physical appearances are highly revered she finds herself struggling to keep up with these preferences which gets worse when she decides to take a job in the city, the melting pot of cultures-much to her father's chagrin.

  A few new people in her life, a wicked twist of envy and deceit and that's all it takes for her world to start crumbling all around her.

  Can she weather the storms that threatens to drown her therein and will her faith be rekindled along the line or will she lose it entirely?

Scar Red

All sense eluded me as I madly chased after the fellow who had grabbed my purse. On God! The bloke moved with the speed of light! Dirty coat flapping uselessly in the air, busted shoe soles thudding against the concrete, and uneven panting. 


"Give me back my purse, you thief!" I screamed, my duffel bag was slung over my shoulder, I couldn't afford to leave it behind, under the mercy of any crooked city folk, just like my money would be under that fellow's mercy if I didn't take back my purse. 


"Oof!" My foot connected unevenly with an askew slab of the curb and the next thing, I was down. This left my purse hijacker with enough time to attain a reasonable distance and I knew that there was no way I was catching him now. 


"My purse! Give it back you psychopath! It's mine! It's m-i-n-ne," that was where my voice cracked. I knew the loon was far out of earshot and screaming was now my last resort. 


Stray Cat