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He is a mass murderer. He ripped his own heart out and left himself in a coma just to waste his days with the memory of red velvet on his lips. ..

Her body was perfect. Her hips popped out with every step and her waist had a crude hop with each step she took, screaming of a formal beauty an..

The air around him tastes of time and wisdom he steps outside to a cool breeze of open opportunity and freedom that he is so familiar with..

On the night of the full moon the song of the rustling leaves was being played by the earth’s gentle breath and whispered into the ears of all ..

The wind sings the songs of the mountains with the sun’s rays trailing its journey. It curls over the mountain tops and howls down the slo..

The smoke danced in a comfort accompanying his loneliness It was not a painful desperation It was not a longing sensation Rather somethi..

a short story based upon a picture

The damp smell humiliates him. A horrific competition of cars correlated into a compilation of screeching that flood the alleys and illuminate t..