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

"Look, I'm-I'm not Giselle. I'm Carina, your best friend! Yeah, she's(Giselle) the one that you have problems with, not me." My voice quivered with every word. I was done being her. She was a seasoned thief and I had never tried to take anything that was not mine in my life. Now, why couldn't he see that? 


In spite of his inebriated state, he still managed to be as menacing and regardless of his teetering, it was crystal clear he was headed for me. 


"Look what you've done to me, you witch!" He yelled. 


I had never had an experience similar to that and as a result, I had no idea the first thing to do. My eyes found the door and I made a run for it. Regardless, the way he retarded my movement, sending me flying backwards, shocked me. 


His nightstand broke my fall and while his lamp, and clock, along with everything that had been on it lay in a broken heap on the floor, I was doubled up in pain, coughing. 


Ireful Ironies