Writing

Maybe Maybe the raindrops that I saw were tears. Maybe they fell from a great giant, fraught with grief. Maybe angels are falling from the sky, but..

The Old Dresser The book, the empty piggy bank, a heart carved out of stone, Knick-knacks, an innocent slingshot, a crumpled $5 bill, A crystal tri..

Painted House My dream was to live in a house painted bright blue, with cloudy shutters and a sunny door. I painted my house and it reflected..

The man descended the stairs noisily, taking them two at a time. The fate of them all clearly depended on how fast he could reach the phone...

Chapter 3 of Delirium.

Expression of infatuation with the possibility of true love without fear.

I’m the ghost outside your window that’s come to lead your soul away. And while you sit trying to figure out how to get away with murder I..

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