Clip from new short story...

"Staring into the mirror, something I do often. Looking strait into my eyes, I watch them. As if something going to happen. But they're eye's all the can do is see. My dark hair fall right around my shoulders, I look average. That is until it comes to my eyes. There a dark but bright green. Nothing different, excerpt the gold within the green. The gold looks as if its growing from my pupil. I gaze at the gold, as if maybe, some how it will vanish. But the golden lines seem as if they're froze into place."





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