They're all the same. Starving for flesh. Lost in lust. They believe it so much that it's almost pure in a tainted sort of way. The world is held together tightly by sweaty bodies desperately clutching for each other in fear and want. Modern man is back to its selfish, primitive self and forgets how to speak in anything but grunts. They bow ( Read more... )

She wakes up sweaty and short of breath. Her heart sounds like a noisy helicopter. She wants desperately to call out to someone, anyone. However, if there is someone to call out to, she has surely forgotten their name ( Read more... )

"Every story is a ghost." I'm pretty sure Chuck said that, but I could be wrong ( Read more... )