catch ii. Her son was the first thing she saw when she entered the administration office. He was sitting on a bench outside the Headmaster’s office with an ice pack held to his eye, and Tess - unable to help herself - ran to him. 839 words.

( catch ii )

catch. it was cold outside. she had layered herself under a jacket and an expensive coat, but the air didn’t have anything on the chill from the empty half of her bed. 1040 words.

( catch )

eulogy for evolution. he ordered a cup of coffee and a platter of eggs, hoping to God they didn't taste as bad as the radio sounded. it was a crappy place to stop, but he knew that walking in. 281 words.

( a eulogy for evolution )

resonance. darkness is still there when she wakes; no matter how rapidly she blinks her eyes do not adjust. she feels its weight on her heart and lungs and she inhales sharply to resist against it. the suppression holds. 567 words.

( resonance )

writing journal for n4o.

mainly the home for her massive monstrosity of a silent hill inspired fic.

affilates:
thepassinghours, writing journal of verusmayaii
dramaticae, writing journal of zanisha

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