[ #59 ADVENTURE ] Sitting lonely, wedged between buildings and in the deep, reeking underbelly of this underworld - a pair of wayward twins, a silently powerful fighter, a lost boy. A foreboding storm. And these things - the good, the bad, and the in-between have one thing in common. They are made from lightning.

Several months after a tragic mistake, a rift remains strong between Ellie and the man she loves. While she wishes to end the everlasting heartache and guilt, dreams of getting back to how life used to be keep her from taking distance to a whole new level. But closed ears, hearts, and minds make for bare progress, and Ellie finds she can only seek peace in her dreams. With their marriage on the brink of ending, will Archie find the forgiveness to save it? And can Ellie ever find it within herself to forgive and move forward? cover by dysanic

[ collection of things that never really fit, short stories, poems, whatevers ] Things that could be so much more, and yet churned to a stop.

What is the typical dying woman's last wish? To live her very own Cinderella fairytale, of course. Copyright © Avrielle, 2016.

Poems that I publish when I feel poetic like that. These poems are best served with tea and an open mind.

time is precious because of all the moments in between. --- some moments, memories, and musings written by yours truly cover by @dysanic

and so, without the slightest hint of doubt, he dove head first in those grand galactic eyes. © all rights reserved 2016 | kimi

"Sometimes happiness feels like a chore." A short story chronicling the relationships (and lack thereof) of Drew; in which nights and days are spent curled up in the tear-and-food-stained sheets, with and without the warmth of another living soul, because he has lived like this and he'll probably die like this -- whether he likes it or not. (As if life ever bothered to ask). Otherwise known as: Sleep is for the weak, and love is for those asleep. So Andrew shouldn't wonder why he's virtually a self-induced insomniac who might just very well die of loneliness one day.

A dialogue short story about the things we wake up to that remind us there are still things in this life worth waking up for. ante meridiem - [adv. & adj.] "before noon;" Abbr: A.M. Or a.m. [credit to owner of image (not me)]

"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."