Share, Discuss your opinions of life and uncertainty.... It's not my work in here, it's all yours, I want answers, satisfy my thirst,fulfil my curiosity, then I'll let you go, condemn my doubt, I'm not asking, 'tis a request of curiosity What is a thought but a screenplay in invisible space, a safe place to experiment with ideas before we speak? It is a ballroom for unseen dances, a race track for cars that speed without worry for the next turn. It is freedom to roam without the fear of getting lost, for all it takes is the bark of a dog to bring us home. Were my thoughts visible they would be a inverse explosion, crazy chaotic turns and twists of light all coming together to just one idea, to just one word. Though they spin in a way that appears without design or logic, they always dance their way back to love, to a way of living that celebrates life without damaging the very people we hold dearest.

"Agony greater than the spill of blood, the memory rebinds, I scream." Not the greatest story either , but just a an idea of pure fiction... #sad #probablygoodending #filiallove #darkness "Then her heart changed, or else at last she understood it. And suddenly her winter passed, and the sun shone on her. " -J.R.R Tolkien The Lord of The Rings, The return of the king

"My sweet pea... You're going to do great things," he whispers in my ear. All of a sudden, I feel a rush go through my body. I can hear Michael's heartbeat again and I can't stop staring at his neck. I can feel myself start to sweat as I can't resist the urge much longer. "That depends on your definition of 'great'," I say and quickly grab him by the throat. I push my fingers into his throat in order to cut off his airway and limit his breathing. "I'm going to kill you and everyone you've ever known. I will rip them, piece by piece, and make them plead for mercy," I threaten and make my grip on his throat tighter. The look of fear in his eyes fuels my confidence even more. I then look at the side of his neck. I can't resist the hunger anymore, and he knows it. "Jess, don't! Please! I thought we were allies!" He struggles to say. "You thought wrong," I say and sink my teeth into his neck. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A story told by a not so nice young lady named Jessica Rose. *Warning this book has mature content, read at your own risk* *Slowly Editing*