Something I've been working on for a long time now. I've been fussing a lot with it, because I wanted to get it just right.. not entirely sure I'm happy with the finished product, but I think it's as good as it's going to get.

could've been a love poem, but it isn't.

this is my own exorcism. (please, do not judge me) -finished-

Ultraviolet: light just beyond the visible spectrum

My alter ego is an angry girl with perfect fingernails. Her name is Charlotte, and she didn't love you.

Something I've been trying to write.. and could only get a couple lines out of. Then I decided to write it for my sister and with her in mind - finally finished it.

longer than usual for me... almost a story in its own way.

it is an asylum for the mad artisans.

New chapter added (finally) on psychotic depression

light and truth... pray unto the pied piper, with stains on crystal shores.

COMPLETE On graduation night, Carson Morgan gets drunk . . . and wakes up the next morning strapped to Sahara O'Brian's back on a motorcycle in the middle of the desert. Not that she's terribly pleased about that...

Nobody knows what they want out of life, especially not 17-year-old sex addict Sylvia Oviedo. Pity her. In case you missed it, this story contains s-e-xual content which may be unsuitable for... people who don't like that. Enjoy.

For Fae, the girl with the picture on her Xanga.

Looking for sanity, don't click here. I'll just say that an Opera set up will never look the same.

When I wrote this I was going for the angry and pained feel- and I really hope I hit it, because this is quite important to me. Please R&R.