whatever
2 works
Alone, truely aloneTragically awaiting the nonexistant endOh, immortal vexationJust stop it, oh, stop itStop wasting me away as I descendLower, into the abyssDesperately grasping at anything that stan
Spoiler! : Well, I like to think that it's an action/adventure story. So does Fletcher. Anyway... Fletcher gently placed the final envelope into his satchel but quickly retracted his hand ...
This isn't really a short story but rather a possible beginning to a story. It's rough, written at 3 in the morning, and the first thing I've been able to ...
Yet another piece of something [born at 3 am]. I don't even know. It comes from a project I'm working on, one that I would like to refrain from revealing ...
Step one is to begin a descent into madness, at least one type of madness. This must be the first and initial descent because to fall downhill, you must at ...
And at risk of sounding repetitive, they float because that's what clouds do. They look pretty on occasion when the sun sets or rises as the rays hug the ...
McDonald's: my first mistake. Then further, the consumption of it [of its products, not the establishment (McDonald's, not the government)] despite my reconsiderations. I opened the box to rev
Do not tell me, Oh, to not ask "What is it?" because, dang it, Prufrock, what if some of us just really want to know? You cannot insist and persist ...
It's perfect. Don't bother reviewing it because it's perfect. I'm telling you.
omg so deep an emotional whoa guise it's great srsly
About sailing and floating.
Yeah, whatever.
Sarte got it all wrong.
I wrote this in a bout of severe anger, rather uncharacteristic of me. Unedited.
I actually wrote a short story. Like. A real one. HNNNNG!
This is a thought about growing up because people make me sad even though I try to be a very happy person.
Turns out I can't express emotion without using some far-fetched metaphor or whatever. Current Emotion: Aimless Drifting Alongside a Rain Cloud
it's beautiful, try it