Disturbed

"You are a monster." She whispered. "We are all monsters but I rather let mine free than rot in here" From having fun with friends to a begging of a new nightmare where the disturbed creatures live.

Duplicity [h.s]

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...