biancarayne

I saw it first as a reflection in your eyes. A quaint little fence, the white paint still fresh. We could smell it from where we were beside the empty ...

~I know this isn't good, just an attempt at flexing a stale muse...~ She was the center of my gravity, my equilibrium; my skein of thoughts revolved around her. A ...

Even after the ash settled, the sky was saturnine, gray like smoke choking the air around the charred remnants of the forest, thick and damp with humidity that made breathing ...

The remarkably intact condition of the city paled next to what they found there. They had passed the sign welcoming them into San Angeles, with dust accumulating on its smooth ...

I have a friend that nobody else knows about. That’s because our rendezvous is late at night where no one else is around. Usually, Bo falls asleep in front of ...