{though the truth may vary, this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore.}

"i'm not afraid of death; i just don't want to be there when it happens." (cover by elle)

"welcome to detention. no talking, coughing, sneezing, giggling, weird sounds of any sort, listening to music, and most certainly, no sex on top of the desks."

"home is where the heart is, right? my heart's with you and i'll always want to come back home." © 2014, cuddlingcal. All Rights Reserved.

"Welcome to the chase. Might as well just call it Hell." cover by @Iucifer

When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose him all at once; you lose him in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and his scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in his closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of his that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that he's gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.

She found something, or rather someone, she never expected to find in her new room.

❝Compared to your eyes, nothing shines quite as bright.❞ © 2013 DontMove_Honey [Warning : This story may rip your heart out and stomp on it. I apologize in advance.]

The monsters are getting stronger, the people are getting weaker. These creatures are devouring at any living thing. The risk is high but we need to find a safe zone before the zombies eat us first