Anatomy of a NightmareFear breathes form for those of us who come in the night. I come from a song that was not quite right and the dark ( Read more... )

Catholic school, as vicious as Roman rule ( Read more... )

Lady Esme's tent housed a romantic glow, too dim to illuminate the dirt and just bright enough to warm primary colors into deep, mysterious hues. Most naturally fell prey to the illusion, not noticing the light bulbs burned or flickering and choosing instead the comfort belly-feels of imagined candlelight ( Read more... )

That One FriendGrace stands on her tiptoes to peer out the kitchen window as she scrubs dinner's remnants from the crockpot. The kids are playing quietly in the backyard, and no one seems to be in danger of tears ( Read more... )

I Need the Struggle to Feel AliveTucked very neatly in the center of the woods was an impossibly small home that housed an impossibly large amount of space on the inside. Truly, the hag and the cat did not even need the space available and spent most of their time in the kitchen, all wood and herb and warm hearth. The home was impossibly small ( Read more... )

I can't believe I'm here again and I can't believe that I'm surprised, all at once ( Read more... )

I didn't think I was going to do this. Here goes, I suppose. Another round of LJ Idol! The last one was an incredible time for me!

A trek through the Wordsmith Hollow is an endeavor not for the small of heart or will. This is largely due to the fact that most of the tools needed to get through are located deeply inside of the body, and digging in and rooting around inside oneself can be a very painful task, not to mention it's generally rather messy business. Many enter, but ( Read more... )

Week 42! This is the beginning of the end, however fast it may come. Only four left, and we had 24 hours to write an open topic. If you have the chance, check us out and vote! Only goes til Thursday evening.
Stuffs here:http://therealljidol.livejournal.com/848632.html

Lucid

It was snowing on the moon, big flakes that glimmered in silver streaks against a black backdrop and blended with stars. Tara tilted back, mouth open, and caught one on her tongue. It melted quickly, but it tasted like cotton candy. This is strange, something inside her whispered. She scooped a handful in the palm of her hand--not cold, she ( Read more... )