Good is dead. Bad killed it. I sat with them both, once. Life was jolly good then you see?? With not a care in the world, we sat to dinner and walked to movies. Our lives was not a fairytale, but it felt

Ophelia knew she was crazy when she began the sequel to Love's Irk. She had turned the plot upside down to ensure continuity, killing everyone's favorite; Russell. Now the book was complete and she had

I am infatuated with the man from my dreams. "He is but a figment of your imagination," the shrink said. "But he is real. I know he is," I replied. This is me on my third session of

I was walking along the road browsing the web on my phone trying not to bump into people. Occasionally I could hear a tut and see a disapproving shake of the head at my seeming internet addiction. Ah,

The good lady hefted the little boom into the mad hippy sling thing we have and waved over her shoulder. See you in an hour, Daddy, Enjoy your me time! I watched them go with a smile and waved from the

Every day they come to the room where he was kept hostage after he was forcefully taken on his way to carry out some secret government. They have tried every conceivable means to break him, but he remained

“Gender is in everything; everything has its Masculine and Feminine Principles; Gender manifests on all planes.” –The Kybalion.

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Jerryck stepped out of his tower, where his charms would not alert him if someone approached. This particular corridor of Coraline Palace was usually vacant, which would have suited his present state.

I found the reason to sin... As I took position before the camera, I realised that I had not gotten to where I want to be in life, but I had begun to attain. As the camera clicked and its light flashed,

Its night again. Nah, its morning. Its three-fucking-twenty-nine am, on Monday.. And I feel like crap... "Broken" news!! An excuse of a sorry night, I call it. What is this pain I feel? Its not

Tonight is like every other night. The sky is lit, the birds have gone to roost, the crickets chirp, and the toads lay mating. Tonight is like every other night, but my soul is empty, my heart is in pain.