i saw it there in his thoughts he was on the edge of demise but yet i hesitated to pull him back to pull him towards me for i was there beside him i already knew he was forever mine still i delighted in his suffering the silver lining of the cloud that was our… Continue reading toxic devotion
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Forbidden Desires-erotica
Savine was sitting on the couch, bored as anything. She needed something to do….. or someone. She was waiting for Noel to come over. The anticipation of what she wanted to do to her was turning her on more than she could imagine. “Why was she taking so long”, Savine thought to herself. Just then… Continue reading Forbidden Desires-erotica
The Most Memorble Escapades Ever
The night was active with people from everywhere in one place. Carmen was right there too. She blended in with those who were there. Her black short hair, black dress and black boots weren’t an unusual thing.
My love of a gothic princess
Beauty is red blood running And the darkness of your soul Beauty is your mind so cunning I am forever yours
She Is Now Forever Mine
She is walking down the darkened street as the lamps flicker on and off and all is quiet.I am hiding in the shadows behind the bushes,my black cloak hiding me from sight. I see her,her raven black hair cascading down her back just below her slender waist,her icy pool of crystal blue eyes. She walks… Continue reading She Is Now Forever Mine
The Dark Alley Chapter 1
It was only 8 o’clock, but the night seemed to last an eternity. She walked down the darkened alley to a red neon sigh that read”The bleeding Heart”. It was another cold night where she lived and as always she curced the coldness. Katie miller had always hated the cold and she knew she always… Continue reading The Dark Alley Chapter 1
Still Screaming
There was this girl, Harmony, no one ever noticed her really even though she did have a boyfriend, she always faded into the shadows. The only thing that really stood out was her pale skin and deep green eyes behind all the black. She always sat in the back of class with head phones on… Continue reading Still Screaming
The Field (Part 1)
My crow black hair flew weightless in the wind as I stood in the middle of that field… oh, that field. So many vivid memories. So many hours with him. Too much to keep locked inside of my fleshy coffin… Midnight. I didn’t remember the date. I never knew the time or the date or… Continue reading The Field (Part 1)
sick people
The little girl was seven, maybe eight years old. Innocent and loving, like any normal child. Adorable too. Long curly black hair trained into pigtails, big brown eyes, and smile that told of a missing baby tooth, always a proud accomplishment. If I ever wanted a child, I’d want it to look like her. She… Continue reading sick people
i dont care anymore, i hate her
god, my mom doestn understand.. she hates my best friend because of how she dresses, black, chains, short black hair.. she doesnt get that i dont care what anne looks like, that what matters is that she has been there, and been my friend for a while now, and all the rest of our group… Continue reading i dont care anymore, i hate her