thestorygirl

My famous last words were in the witching hour, too scared too speak I sat back.With tenuous strains over my cracked lips,I ached to get free.I knew the words would ...

Bow at the flooded white alter, made of bones and sand, and worn away by dust. As the ancient scripts wither so does your ruined soul, and the dark beauty ...

You opened my eyes,to bright daytime filtering through the murky took my eyes a moment to adjust,precious time wasted on empty things.When my eyes adjusted they saw wonderous things,not the ...

A trick,a lovely little game, a confused you at firstthen suddenly, I think you grasped it.That one ideathat everything you know isn't real.That even as you squirm and shriek and ...