A slice of Heaven

All love stories do share a thing in common, the fear to lose. Now, I don't know a lot about science beyond the function of the air I breath, and nor am I gifted in any art beyond ruining the beautiful things I've had these past Seventy and Three knots of lunar of my life. …

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Sink or Swim

It's the count down to reality, The lone Wolf wrote this in own blood for atonement with eternity, This I write as the mortal I am, though to it I give immortality. Put out the fire so Johnny can only see the smoke, He should understand we're living in a hell of a jungle mock, …

The Preservations of Olivia Cordi

Cordi was dead. The delightfully envied and equally revered Cordi lay in thirteen layers of barkcloth having been rolled there in 2 hours before by both friends and foes. Cordi was dead. Noon and fifty four, marked the last of her breaths as had been whispered among the modest crowd and a few mourners at …