There was a whisper outside. Wind sliding along the sashes. Dipped down, swung on a great curve, singing through the endless curls of stone and hair, edging the angles of the city. In a thousand deep places, the city thrummed like a string, reverberated and echoed in long waves, humming through the living bedrock. A dog barked twice, strained ( Read more... )

Stop. Just stop. Please just stop ( Read more... )

Being a nice person isn't really a matter of weakness. It's a matter of genuine concern, quite frankly, with yourself. On what your actions say about your own character, on what they reflect into the world around you. Your behaviour is your standard, it's your banner. It's how your reputation is spread among your friends. It's also a matter of ( Read more... )

I woke up to a grating dryness in my throat, so intense I could feel the muscles in the back of my throat rub together. The sheets around my feet were moist, but my arms were cold. A patch of hair on one side of my head was rubbed in the wrong direction, and pulsed with a dull pain. I ran my fingers straight through my hair, felt the pull of ( Read more... )

Hey ( Read more... )

The night was simple, it thrummed with promise. It swallowed him sublimely, feeling around the curves of his flesh with grateful hands. It darkened and smothered, smoothed, made whole what cracks it could. It felt more like a mother than anything he could remember. If he could not sleep, he would get drunk. It had never seemed so simple to him ( Read more... )

When the city burned, it lit the slopes of the surrounding mountains for days ( Read more... )

It is twice now the angels have slipped through my fingers. I had one, until he slipped the teeth of my bear trap, through the closed window, and sprang aloft, leaving behind only a drop of blood the colour of warm gold. It smells of old honey, wildflowers I can never name, the fresh sap of trees, and my first girlfriend. I keep it on my ( Read more... )

Atonement is simply this ( Read more... )

I'm bored and drunk. My Swedish friend, whom I've resisted having a crush on, and with whom I've just spent six hours editing an essay, smells EXACTLY like sex. I'm not kidding. I'm absolutely, dead serious. On the topic of girls, I can never be anything but as serious as electricity. She smelled like sweat, but her sweat was absolute perfume ( Read more... )