I had never felt this way before.  In just one moment, he changed everything.  Most people feared me or used me, but not him.

For so long I was chained to something I believed to be my destiny.  With ease, he made me see that I didn’t have to accept what I had as my eternal fate.

The clinking of chains had become so natural, ( Read more... )

     This place quickly became a ghost town.  It wasn’t before, but it certainly was now.  The killing went surprisingly quick.  Not a single one of their bullets got fired.  That part wasn’t surprising.

The town was now so deathly silent, a contrast to the commotion of only moments before.

Everyone else treated the slaughter as ( Read more... )

     His room had been silent for awhile.  He pushed the 10th to let him back in the field but he refused and only gave him a few odd jobs to help him keep his mind off of things.

Needless to say, he was in a bad way.

Things didn’t get too messy tonight.  However, I had been working overtime.  I was incredibly happy to hear that ( Read more... )

     Flowers were fucking everywhere.  Calla lilies placed delicately in groups all over the room.  They’re supposed to mean something but I really don’t give a shit about any of that.  All I know is that flowers don’t let a person forget.

A symbol of beauty my ass.  To me, they’re disgusting and I couldn’t wait until they were dead and ( Read more... )

For some reason, unbeknownst to Gokudera, he always found himself gravitating toward Yamamoto after his practices.

Yamamoto in his commonly naïve way always passed off the extra attention as Gokudera’s way of just being overly friendly.

What he should have realized is that Gokudera in never overly friendly, or even friendly ( Read more... )

In Shamal's point of view.

“You don’t seem like the type to likes sweets.”  I stated with an uncaring monotone.

“I don’t.  These are an exception.”  He stated while dipping the package of rainbow skittles into his palm and picking out the red ones.

That was a long time ago.

For years I’ve spent time asking myself, ‘is ( Read more... )

     "Can't you see that it's just raining ( Read more... )

 
     I have no idea what has gotten into me. Everything that I've written for the past week has been incredibly depressing.  I guess it doesn't help that I'm utterly stressed out. It's my second year yet college life is still kicking my ass and I've been smoking more. It's trouble. I figure that I should probably write all of the depressing ( Read more... )

     The double doors of Swindler’s Bar swung open and banged against the walls loudly.  Essentially, this is why I turned around.  Normally, I don’t concern myself with the drunkards, the old sailors, or the pimped mafiosos that stumble in and out of this place.  I prefer my solitude, especially when surrounded by my favorite men, Jim, Jack, ( Read more... )

     Nothing is sacred to him.

He’s an enigma, an apparition, a complete mystery, and he knows it.

In the dark he billows out from the darkest corner of my room.  His shadowy presence dances through the air and paints pictures on my floor, his medium consisting solely of the moonlight from my window.  When he reaches my bed he ( Read more... )