Who Am I?

100 words x 365 days

I am a virgin, a whore, and a Saint. Your perception of me all has to do with the day you met me. One may see the face and know that I am as pure as the freshly fallen snow. Others see inside the soul and collect all the sins to use for ammunition. It’s the ones who sit beside me with a mind wide open that find the real person behind the beautiful facade. Hands to hands, silence is the key to finding the knowledge that you seek. You see, I am a virgin, a whore, and a Saint in someone’s perception.

A.J. Luna

Stones to cast ~ 100 words

She watched through rose-colored glasses at the destruction he caused with words alone. He sat behind the computer screen and threw insults, slurs, and hate to all that didn’t understand his pain. He was the bully whose only ammunition was the scathing fury of words he built in his own mind. Screams of pain from the victims along the way each carried a new mark of self-destruction. If sticks and stones can break your bones, how come words can’t hurt you? Alone in her head, she finally watched as the last blow destroyed the imaginary world where she found her peace.

A.J. Luna