ChernobyllyInclined

Adieu to sense. ____ Slipping dread adorned a dimly lit café, its interior like the sallow skin of the despondent. Cold hate and refuted regret ran down the brick walls ...

When all gold had turned to dust, needless filth floated atop the sky like something commonplace. It didn’t know it was low and dirty because they had put it in ...

If you like brandy and empty laundry baskets. Not yet, unfortunately. __________ I turned around. “Wait, let me guess, you always wanted to meet a vampire?” My mind was disordered ...

Sort of a draft of a thing that I wrote before Frankie and all his running. I would write it different now. But I still want to shove it in ...

This is for Clo's contest that I can't remember the name of. It's about good things becoming not good. I've always found funerals to be solemn, exciting, wonderful--but this one ...