He hadn’t been there. She could barely see through the tears and wiped her eyes with the end of her scarf. He hadn’t been there. She raised her head and looked at the sky – dark and full of purple clouds, it was in the middle of the night … and cold. It was cold… Continue reading Raphael: my teacher, my lover… a vampire
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My Story Of Incest
“You ungreatful little bitch!” Is all i can hear down the hall. I heard footsteps comming. I knew who was comming. I locked the door, but i could hear him laughing. Then the doorknob jiggled for a moment and then stopped. I was hoping that would be it, but i knew there would be more.… Continue reading My Story Of Incest
Lambeaux de chair
She walked past the dying trees buried under a massive stretch of snow. Her eyes were vaguely looking beyond the horizons, but her mind…her mind was an errant entity. Murmures of her destiny could have driven anyone else mad, but she kept on walking.