Death im dead thats what they say, i have no life, that i care for no one and nothing, that the only pain i feel is my loneliness, that the one thing i fear is my self, so-what i wear black so i dont talk to no one, so i hate life, so i fear… Continue reading bleeding in the mist of hate
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my best friend’s death
when i was 12 my best friend died on me. i was there and it was my fault in a way. we were walking down the road and we were about to cross but someone caught my attention. i stopped and turned my head a friend was telling me something i forgot. i started to… Continue reading my best friend’s death
Prince of her Darkness
She was out for a cruise in her Grand National, checking out the sights and making sure the engine was puring nicely. Today was the first day she had her shiney black car out since the end of last summer. Today was a gorgeous day, the sun was shining and there was no wind, what… Continue reading Prince of her Darkness
Just the Beginning
The two haven’t touched lips in years. The tension between them is building. Their hands are caressing one another – hers on his leg, inner thigh, crotch; his on her back, stomach, boob. Slowly she leans closer to him. If he has a girlfriend, she wants him to have all the necessary warning of her… Continue reading Just the Beginning
did you….
did you ever notice how sometimes when you’re not paying attention reality slips just a little bit just enough so you know it happened colors dancing on a white ceiling or a spider smiling and saying hello and you think that couldn’t have happened and go on your merry way but then
The Fire That Burns The Brightest
Wynd was glad that he had survived to see his twelfth birthday. At last he would go before the elders and get himself apprenticed. The great mystery, of course, was to whom he would be bonded. After all, what kind of craftsman would want a clumsy, half-sized weakling who could not tell his right from… Continue reading The Fire That Burns The Brightest
I need some closure
I need some closure. I have a story. If you want to read it. Here it goes. Call me Jewelz, my friends do. I’m not sure what to do. I was with this guy, call him James. We had a great realationship, I loved him so much. We were always together. I’ve had lot’s of… Continue reading I need some closure