Monday, 1 September 2014


by Shenoa Carroll-Bradd

He likes his girls to look a certain way.

Black hair. Blue eyes. Red lips. White skin.

Not pale, but white. Bloodless.

So for him, I dyed my hair. The chemicals stung my nose, but blackened my curls into silken ash.

I bit my lips until they swelled, full and red.

And for him, I died.

My joints are too stiff for dancing now, but my skin is perfect, milk-white and cool.

Eyes clouded over into murky blue.

He likes his girls to look a certain way, and when he sees how far I've gone, I know he'll love me.

Author bio: I like to write in just about every genre, but my favourites are horror and fantasy. 
My author homepage is and I can also be found on twitter @ShenoaSays

Fetching is part of 101 Fiction issue 5.

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