She was just barely 18. Her beauty should have peaked in her youthful years; it would have with others who had such a striking body. Her rosy cheeks, soft with love. Her hair, like rays of the brightest sunshine. Her skin, the palest white, like virgin snow that had fallen on a window pane in… Continue reading the twisted vanity of life/topic-vampire
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A gift of death
I was lying in my bed- I had been sick for a few days now, and on my 21st birthday to boot. My luck didn’t seem to be holding up. It felt like my whole body was on fire. I felt myself drifting into a dream, and out of the world as I had always… Continue reading A gift of death