That Witching Hour
[Deadyetawake149] (1:42am): You there? [Whispersthroughthemadness] (1:42am): Always. [Deadyetawake149] (1:44am): I’m thinking again. Too much. [Whispersthroughthemadness] (1:45am): Wish I could help.
Category: Lucid Dreaming
The Case of the Smoking Gun
I knew she was trouble when she walked through the door. No one wears an evening gown at two p.m.
Love [luhv] – noun. 1. You.
Shakespeare compared his love to a summer’s day, and when old words lost their luster, he crafted new ones to
The Red Rose of Shelby
They called me the Red Rose of Shelby. I’m not sure if it was supposed to be sweet, or sultry,
Crimson
And she’ll dance in the dark with the fire at her heels and she’ll never stop looking for more. And
The Shadow Within
I am the monster in the dark. The shadow under your bed, the lurking presence beyond the barred door. I
Remnants
This is what he came down to. It fits in the small of my hand, these remnants. They’re meaningless. Hold
Damn Your Eyes
The back of the chair looks like a prison gate, and there’s a quality in her eyes I can’t bear
The Day We Met
I met my mother for the first time when I was twenty-eight years old, in a faded photograph I found
The Forest
Caveat: This is one of the first stories I’ve written that I haven’t been very happy with. But, I think