Insomnia

This is one of the stories from my correspondance. It's pretty rough right now, but just bear with me. Hera stormed about her chambers, breathing heavily, hair in disarray, seething ...

This is the last part in my Greek myth I made up for my correspondance. It may seem a bit rough in some place, because I've added some stuff quickly. ...

Mary awoke to the smell of fumes, the taste of smoke. She could hear the sirens in the distance, but couldn't focus on them. Her head pounded. She opened her ...

Leah sat on the dock, stomach protruding in front of her, feet dangling over the edge. She watched them skim the water and she caught her breath at the icy ...

“I heard a thing on the news last night about this mountain,” Mark said. “It’s supposed to be the ultimate challenge for any adrenaline junkie.” Shaun, his cousin, snorted into ...

Dave awoke, but didn’t open his eyes. You’re not awake until you open your eyes, he told himself. Just go back to sleep. He couldn’t, though. His consciousness was returning ...

The darkness was absolute, blanketing everything that he knew and making it crueler. The creaking seemed to halt as he opened the door, and he breathed a sigh of relief. ...

“Hey, baby,” the woman called as Ian entered the house. “Hey,” he said, moving into the lounge where she sat and shrugging his coat onto a chair. He pecked her ...

I kick my way through the ruins, broken glass crunching under my feet. Clouds of dust billow and obscure my view, and I cough, as I've done so often in ...

“You can’t go,” Carmen said. “You’ll die!” She took hold of her brother’s arm. “I have to. If can’t stay in this place for another day.” “It isn’t so bad, ...

I stayed with you. After all we’d been though together; after all of our time apart, I held you in my arms at the end. In those last moments, the ...

The colours of the trees were vivid in contrast to the greys of the camp. Inside, the people seemed to take on the same colour. They walked with slumped shoulders, ...

Darren pours the water from the bottle to the mug and takes a sip. He swishes it around in his mouth and winces. “Yuck.” He walks to the sink. The ...

027. irony Heimdalsgate Like A Promethean Curse - of Montreal The chemicals rush through my veins, spreading life, spreading death. Dizzying waves of contradictions make me lose sight of what ...