Someone asked me why I don't write like I used to. It was my dream. This is a sad but true reflection of that question. Truth is, I might not be good enough. Truth is, writing won't get my bills paid, and I refuse to be a housewife with broken dreams.

So So angry. You taught me to love you... And i Did. (Sort of long)

Just about loving someone you can never have... it is a dream I had last night, and how I feel when I am awake...

My poor freckle. Now I shall have to grow a new one . . .

Can angels have babies? They most certainly can! However, I am afraid to say that the product of “angel love” is, one depraved being. This piece was inspired by the talented “Sterces”.

Actually, it's not really romance or anything, but in a sick little way. . .well, you read it.