I smirked down as he looked at me in fear. "What did I tell you?" I taunted "N-Not to talk to her a-again, I'm so sorry s-sir" He said. Pathetic. He is pathetic. "And you didn't do that, did you?" I said. He looked down in shame and fear, of facing me. "No sir" he said barely above a whisper, but I heard it. "Hmm, wh...
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears. If you look far into the unconscious realm--you are looking back into the face of evil.
"Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist." ~ Guy de Maupassant The Sequel to Coalescence
He digs the knife into my arm, painfully deep. I cry out and as I lift my head to scream out to the moon goddess, we make eye contact. We both are so shocked by what's happened, that we momentarily forget that there is a knife in my arm. And that my mate put it in. Once my subconscious catches up to me, I cry out agai...
