seasons of ruin had flooded my flimsy plastic veins two years ago when he took his last breath. the sinking feeling of tar black grief ripped and gnawed my insides as my heart slowly crumbled and collapsed. but nothing had ever effected your golden glow which pierced right through my disintegrating bones and fermenting flesh. i wondered how could you be so radiant and beautiful, when all that was left of me was a graveyard of destruction. how could you even dare to smile and laugh, when my world ended two years ago?

A bleak, steampunky western in which a pregnant woman hunts down her runaway husband, with a mysterious black dog hot on her heels.

ARGLE BARGLE WITH A DASH OF HONEY FLAVOURED NOSTALGIA.

EVERYBODY DIES IN THE NAME OF LOVE © 2016 opheliacs [99 - ss]

The tale of a trio as troubled as they are troublesome.

In which students compete for a spot amongst the most elite. "How do you stop the brain from doing the thing that best separates us from beasts without becoming one yourself?"

ROTTING FOREVERMORE. | KI , 2018

❝ A stranger broke into my house and I think she watches me sleep every night.❞ a thriller short story. ©-chimeraki 2017

I kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)

LIKE THEM; the cunning, the strong, the rational, the sensual, the rash. POE19 [151016]