the slaughter of finches.
"and then it all went still." copyright © 2020 by aveirell
[i'm never going to be anything! i'm never going to go anywhere! i'm the wasp inside your honey jar and i'm never going to make it out] - a collection of poems
'we're just men in empty suits darling, nothing personal' (c)witchlings.2019 set in the 50s
Destruction shines with such beauty. 【A collection of short stories about temptation, death, and the endless cycle of ruin】 copyright © 2019 TheForgottenCoolKid
It started with a lemon sorbet. Then a cold, dead body smiled. ✘ ✘ ✘ In a chance of a lifetime, Wendy Cain's innocent little crush on an infamous pariah, Leon Song, is swept up in a game of cat, mouse and murder as a dead body is found in his home... and the natural suspect being the amorously charming man. Can a simp...
(poetry and short story collection) "please come home" / my body and soul long to shatter the dissonance and become , one.
Elijah has always known he's different. He sees things move in the shadows, things no one else can or dares to see. He seeks these anomalies, these shadows with eyes and chilling winds that bite into your bones. During a ghost-hunting trip, when he stumbles upon a building that didn't exist two months ago, a building...
The boys are innocent. The girls know their way around. #faceyourevils [ #7 in action 4.13.17 ] Copyright © 2016 , humanoligy
after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.