a single leaf falls on the frozen ground silence the loudest noise to be heard deafeningly frigid wind rushing past blowing the leaves around his black cloaked body standing, waiting for something although no one knows what the tall boy with black and red hair standing alone…always alone wearing his Cradle of Filth shirt and… Continue reading Love
Shane entered Assandra’s house. It was quiet. Too quiet. He realized now that not even a single breath was being taken. Please no, he thought. Not now, Assandra. Not now.