What makes a psychopath? Not a thirst for blood or a desire to kill, but an epiphany - a simple realization - a rapid, unexpected descent into madness. (Oneshot)

What are dreams, but perceptions of reality that may never come to pass?

(Sequel to Missing Piece) Deep-rooted, ever-growing, spreading through her system and consuming her: The slim possibility that there was, after all, a happily ever after waiting at the end.

It is dangerous for anyone to walk alone at night, but it is especially dangerous for an eighteen year old girl.

Blame Gilbert and Sullivan for this one. They came up with the original song, and a parody just popped into my head. It's not my fault, I'm just a victim of circumstance.

Captain Brady Kenway has fallen afoul of a mariner's worst nightmare - mermaids, those bewitching aids of the dreaded Sirens. Then he comes face-to-face with one of them - and the outcome is not what he expected.

A wild wind. A delicate butterfly. A rushing river. A fragile leaf, floating on the breeze. And above all, Life. Life itself, translated into that language of pure joy: Dance.

He protected her. She encouraged him. Her hand resting in his felt like the most natural thing in the world. They fit together flawlessly, like the pieces of a puzzle.

Because some sarcasm is too good to pass up. (And because I enjoy trolling popular, cliche sayings.)

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Two men. Two guns. One showdown. One man will live, and one man will not.

When a fairy tells fourteen-year-old Azalea to kiss a frog if she wants a prince, Azalea naturally assume the whimsical creature is telling the truth. Which she is...to some degree.

This is a song I wrote in a story when I was about ten years old. I scrapped the story about two years later, but salvaged the poem. Hope you like it!

Just another little poem I wrote when I was bored. Hope you like it! :)

This is just a little poem I wrote about five or so years ago, so I thought I'd post it on here and see what people think of it. :) Enjoy!

You'd better hope you're never behind these sheer, smooth walls. Many go in, and all come out - but never in a solid piece. Rated M for graphic mental images.

Based loosely on the song The Devil went down to Georgia, The Devil and Jonathan Bend tells the story of a pure young girl and a reclusive young man who come together under highly unusual circumstances and form a bond as she teaches him about the Creator and King. (Permanent hiatus/dropped)