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

I eased into the nearest sofa as I looked around. There were vases and potted plants with glass figurines here and there. One of its four walls consisted of glass from floor to ceiling. This, in turn, afforded a satisfying view of the outside. There was also a mild fragrance present that I couldn't quite place. 


Dr. Ashlyn's place was good too but that one was literally on a different level. 


"This place…" I voiced. "It makes me feel so-" 


"-let me guess, it makes you feel calm and eases your nerves, right?" 


"Yes," was all I could say, corroborating his apt answer. 


The doctor looked to be around his forties with conspicuous grey strands in his hair and keen hazel eyes peering through gold-rimmed glasses that were propped atop his nose. He was clean-shaven and had a friendly demeanour too. 


"I would be surprised if it didn't." Was his remark to my affirming words. 


Then, he was silent for a moment and I could see that he was studying me. 


A Party, Faute De Mieux