A story of hope. An epic of journals. A blog of fantasy. A case for copyright infringement ( Read more... )

"i hate my father...", the monster says ( Read more... )

Perhaps the most subconscious tie to memory is smell, and this place had a unique stench ( Read more... )

Fumbling around the ruins of yesterday’s trash (Twinkies and candy wrappers I suppose), the monster found an outlet for his silent rage. A Keyboard. A desire. The desire to put all that was wrong right again… no, that can not be done. Backspace key goes a “click click click” and here we go… the desire to finally speak the truth…. Backspace goes ( Read more... )

my mom is sick.
very sick.

who's leaving you and who's leaving me ( Read more... )

yeah, i admit credit is due ( Read more... )

All the words ( Read more... )

she's trying not to get her hopes up about him ( Read more... )

The last i remember, a pain in my side had been growing. Im thinking, broken rib, cancerous mass, the slowest heart attack EVER ( Read more... )