LILA literary
Hi! I'm Lila. I scribble stories from time to time.
Welcome to the world of my words.
Hi! I'm Lila. I scribble stories from time to time.
Welcome to the world of my words.
she/her
aquarius
INTJ, choleric
literature junkie
Wattpad: @lilaliterary
Email: [email protected]
I am made of words
Of letters strung together
Of ink spilling
Of papers crumpled
Of characters not dead
Of stories left untold.
I am made of dreams
Of uncertainties being chased
Of steps the feet take.
I am made of lies
I am the pattern of the sentences
I am the form
I am the words pieced together
I am the story
I am fictional.
“WE planned it out. We planned it all out, you know.” She heard her aunt laugh in a way she’d never heard before. She sounded like a villain in those dramas shown on TV.
‘She doesn’t normally laugh that way though,’ that was what she got in mind. She was about to enter the mansion’s wine cellar now where, uncharacteristically, too, she heard and saw her aunt. The older lady was talking to someone on the phone, facing her backwards while holding a glass of red wine. Her long curly hair laid on her back as one of her fingers was twirling it.
‘I thought aunt does not drink,’ she thought. Her aunt was the angel in the family. She never did something that seemed worldly. Aunt was always so composed, so ladylike—rich, glamorous, and sophisticated. But she shrugged. ‘Drinking wine isn’t bad at all,’ she even convinced herself.
She stepped closer and readied herself to greet her aunt but she was frozen still. Her aunt kept talking on the phone, telling the person on the other line things she knew she wasn’t supposed to hear.
She inhaled deeply, not wanting her breathing to be heard aloud. She took her steps backward, retreating as silently as possible. But as she stepped back, she hit a wine rack and bottle made a sound as it hit the ground.
The shards of the broken bottle hurt her leg. It was painful but she covered her mouth, careful not to make a noise anymore as she ran away before her aunt could see her.