req·ui·em (noun) 1. a Mass for the repose of the souls of the dead 2. a musical composition setting parts of a requiem Mass, or of a similar character 3. an act or token of remembrance --------- There’s something charming about the idea of a musician that doesn’t speak. Or at least Garrit likes to think so. Violinist, pianist, composer and voluntary mute, Requiem Jones has been Garrit’s best friend since almost before he can remember. They’re an inseparable pair, and everything seems to be going perfectly for them as they cruise through High school. Junior Year is almost over, and their shared dream of attending Julliard is just within in their grasp. But just as Garrit begins to realize his budding feelings for the enchanting performer, everything takes a turn for the worst. ---- { Cover Art by anticlimactic }

Rose has a slightly obscure hobby. When she's not knitting fuzzy socks or drinking green tea, she's investigating petty crimes or fraud indictments. Though her unusual thirst for danger is the catalyst that catapults her into peril, her ability to out-wit almost anyone is usually enough to keep her alive. Usually.

A grizzled detective, a clueless blond assistant, a heinous crime. Sounds like your cup of bourbon-laced tea? Then, click right on here! I used to update this (almost) every Sunday. I don't do that anymore. Because it is complete.

raison d'être : The most important reason or purpose for someone, or something's existence. French, literally 'reason for being'.

Welcome to a post-apocalyptic world of living Hell. They call me Omega. Here, it's God's blessing to find a scrap of meat. Here, it's a world of monarchy and injustice. Here, the best a woman can ask for is a comfy house to bear her man's children. But me? Well, I guess you could call me a lucky girl. Life is a game and we are the pawns. The trick is choosing a side.

BEAUTY is always going to be at the expense of my health. INTELLIGENCE is always going to make me feel incompetent. WISHES TO BE better will only ever be wishes. TRUST is too dangerous to consider, FAITH is for those who require an explanation, MIRRORS are two faced, and sometimes terrifying. To COPE was never easy, and now it's only getting worse. FEAR plagues me especially, HESITANCE is one of the only things I'm sure of, and LOVE is too much like suicide to be looked upon so highly. FAKE never made sense to me, and is always going to be questionable. EXCELLENCE is perceived, and I don't like your perception. BOLD is the only thing I know I must be. I CAN BE BEST AT all the things you don't want to try, and I think I'll wait here on the DISAPPEARING POINT. My INK may not tell the whole story. I'm scared of the truth, so you called LIAR. THE WAY I LOOK AT SCARS is different, I promise, but please share your opinions... © Papyruspoet 2013.

A dead boy's journey back into the minds of everyone. And a girl's ultimate question of humanity. 'Every star we see might be a Sun to someone.' Jared and I, together, we tried to change the world.

What you can't see, will hurt you. ©Papyruspoet 2014.

What can I say? It's a tidbit of life. Love. What we thought was there really was a figment of our imagination.