The Crimson Pear
The poetic tale of a little girl named Sophia.
The poetic tale of a little girl named Sophia.
A minute passes and I feel…wrong.
Are those water stains?
Friday’s shall be my official reposting day! Check out this well crafted piece by J.R Young. What particularly drew me in was that it focused on a witchhunter. I feel like I don’t see many stories like that. J.R Young writes with a Lovecraft style that pulls you into to the dark world of Witchhunter […]
SURPRISE~
Now we’re worlds apart, with the memories of our love, hanging on the walls. I dream of a time when I could still hold you in my arms. I wake up Expecting that lingering warmth on the sheets to once again find myself all alone.
I can end your pain.
Miracles aren’t for everyone
“‘Touch me,’ he said.”
They laughed, ate, and played games, while she stood in the cold, wearing rags, looking in at the family she once had.