it is inadequate to describe where i am

You never sought shelter under a black and purple striped umbrella.

Sickness is but a pestilence... It will not last forever.

Words became startling fragments as she replied, “I don’t want tomorrow,” and brushed his skin, so chilled beneath that white, linen shirt, pinching together in mounds to save heat. “I want you to feel warm for once.”

A love story. Short, finished. This is all there is.

Yet I still find myself staring into the blooded toliet in which my baby lays.

Blood. Darkness. Sex. Cigarettes.

An odd sort of love story. Well, mini love story. Just a one-shot

Justin is in college but he still rides a bike to school and lives at home with his parents. Kid can't live without stealing hats and mango packets. Necessity and boredom meet,and somewhere in between is Love, revelation, and a windless place. [COMPLETE]

She was born a flashback...

Can a woman determine a man's future even in death? Can she be so beautiful, so unforgettable that her mark can never be erased?

“...I just wanted to know,” He took a breath, slightly amazed that he remembered how. “What did you call me?”

if you stop i'll remember it's us who're out of tune / (your melodies have tightened like barbed wire round my heart"

"She’d never thought of time as precious because it was something that was always in abundance. Now she clung to those tiny fibers as if she could weave him a lifesaving tapestry. "

A dark look at apathy

summer's coming, and suicide can't touch us.

i sent letters and hoped for the better to stay sane

A retelling of the Three Little Pigs, mostly from the perspective of the pig that built the brick house, with the wolf, two new characters, and the narrator chiming in from time to time. It's totally ridiculous. That's all I have to say.

A very short story. . . about directions. Complete.