A snippet from my short story, Walking Ghosts. The fear of death, though such a primal instinct, still ran through the blood of mankind....

tw • mentions death and cannibalism Kill me, oh sorrowful wench. Kill me and tell the shadows how you've won. Declare your victory even...

Written with Yakov, journal form suadade (noun) a feeling of longing, melancholy, or nostalgia for a person, place, or thing that is far...

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Trigger warning: descriptions of an animal being hurt; blood A bleak cry sounds at my window. I barely have time to look up before a...

I wish for him to touch me as he touches his piano. Lift his hand after each set of notes, and let the contact linger behind. Hop around...

Cruel, you are yearning for something that you cannot have How dare you ache simply because, because of doubts and self-deprecation which...