her hair grows like cancer.

slut it echoes

flowered with everyone's favorite rich and b-e-a-uuuutiful phrases. rated for angst because kids don't know angst.

I really did love you. Once, a long, long time ago

"Atheist, anarchist, lost little boy... What do you believe in" Rated for language.

drowning.

oops. [baseball]

dedicated to the romantics.

A nice parody of all the hideously depressing angst that I have read. Not meant to offend but if it does then you need a sense of humour.

It's the new style darling, you simply must do as we do, and cut yourself to ribbons

Death is such a taboo, and we're so hopeless at breaking it.

This is where the problem begins

"The clock strikes twelve, the witching hour / Wooden floorboards creak; bare feet rub the splintered oak / Unheeding of the time and place / The somnambulist strikes a pose"

We are a Design of God.

Don't take from me what you took from yourself first...

I've got angels and devils playing Risk on my skull...

Just because you deserve a happy ending doesn't mean you'll get one...

I carved your name into the sky.

I bite my tongue and don't object to their 'gay-faggot-homo' jokes, for fear they'll figure me out.

Sometimes, she would let me win.

Clutch your saccharine fallacies, for without them, what would you be?

You wanted life to be a little more interesting, didn't you?

I said, What good are wings that don't work..

Somewhere, an artist is painting the picture of Superman martyred in front of a sunset of heartbreak pink and lostsoul purple.

*Chapters 7'n 8 up! -- Story Complete!* If you find these stories funny, then you're probably going to hell... Enjoy! (R/R please)