Labyrinth

"sanity is just an illusion."

The Other Side of the Tracks

Meadow and Grayson have been best friends since grade three and they couldn't be more different. Meadow is the happy, carefree type while though easy-going, Grayson is brooding. They truly think that together, their bond is strong enough to take on anything, but can they take on this? Meadow's frail heart only has a f...

Pluviophile

It was a rainy day, in New York no less. One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop. One held a hand full of old books, savouring the moment. short story #98 poetry #51

Ribcage

❝ Hearts are wild creatures, that is why our ribs are cages. ❞ © nate k. 2014

zero

Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishe...