I see you in my bed ( Read more... )

RIP Noir.

The charred, smoky remnants of dinner creep silently throughout the darkened house ( Read more... )

How much you've changed ( Read more... )

Visibly strong, but a mere illusion ( Read more... )

They all know what You did ( Read more... )

Goodbye, my friends.

While I have restarted my Livejournal account, it will be a primarily private account: leaving only my (extremely) short and not particularly well-written fiction in public for those who are left to read this and enjoy ( Read more... )

He's dead already, but doesn't even know it. Five years down the ill-traveled road he'll be little more than a fading memory by the few who truly knew him. Withered hands grasp at fleeting strings with no intentions of getting caught, constantly eluding him and everybody else who is the same. Fireflies ignite the otherwise pitchblack sky, giving ( Read more... )

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