WeepingWisteria

Week Thirty-Eight: Life Part Twelve 1,020 Words Mallory flinched, turning to this new man. “Excuse me? Is this… is this your girlfriend?” He couldn’t have said “him,” right? Why would ...

Going to have to agree with Kate and Icy here. This SB looks like a blast!

Week Thirty-Seven: Life Part Eleven 1011 Words He first took her advice that Friday, her wad of cash securely in his back account. He had been looking up reviews for ...

Week Thirty-Six: Life Part Ten 1001 Words “I’m not insulting you. I’m simply stating the truth. You aren’t the first husband to lose his wife and child. I have dealt ...

Week Thirty-Five: Life Part Nine 1003 Words Life made a buzzer noise. “Nope. Try again. You are Death, controller of death. I am Life, controller of life. I am incapable ...

Week Thirty-Four: Life Part Eight 1000 Words He tried his best not to glance at Sarah. As much as he wanted to monitor her condition, he still needed to obey ...

Week Thirty-Three: Life Part Seven 1012 Words Mallory froze. “What?” Sarah got on her knee, taking Mallory’s hands. “Will you marry me?” “I… I don’t understand…” She frowned. “Ma

Day Twenty Oh this universe we’ve conspired has abandoned those who’ve expired. And I’d hardly call this existence fair. This isn’t what we desired. But the problem is no one ...

Fragments of a Letter White stardust pinchers, rusty Herculean blood, and a splintered shell.

XD Tried something new.

Two Letters Between Stars Pollux’s poem was written by @KateHardy. Check out her NaPo thread!! Sorry, my brother, but it’s time to say goodbye. Can’t you move from me? Leave ...

To Taurus, With Undying Loathing I see your face sparkling in the skies, everyone fawning over you, acting as if you are something beautiful. My fist is curled in the ...

To the Boy I saved, to the One who Didn’t Return the Favor You told me I had saved your life, kissing the crown of my head, massaging my shoulders. ...

Week Thirty-Two: Life Part Six 1004 Words Sarah gasped. “I could! I absolutely could!” “That’s what they all say. Oh, don’t worry. I could stop rewatching bad soap operas made ...

An Open Letter to Who Will Let Me Survive Can we talk about how shooting stars are just painful deaths broadcasted across a velvet movie screen, marveled at across the ...