"With a swift motion he entered me and I cried out, and for the first time using "foul language" as I can recall Mama saying. I felt him in me, and slowly move to push himself deeper in. It still hurt like hell, but after he began to move a bit more I grew accustomed to him. My once cries of pain became cries of pleas...
stitching storms into lovers' thighs (poetry #1 / prose #1 - 061120) © VANGOHS, 2017
Alternative title: Autumn Melancholic thoughts, twisted dimensions, and fallen colors Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring. This story tells about memories in autumn. As a season changes, there comes another one. The contents of this book are purely products of the author's imagination. Credits to book cover: Isabelle (...
What if life falls in love with death? This story will awaken your teardrops and cancer cells Christian was a boy who destined to die, while June was given another chance to live, What if two opposite people meet? Can life and death give the chance to write the greatest stories for them? Or its just a mere fact that...
