I often think out perfect words that explain how I feel, but when I come in the situation to use those words, I'm either too late or too forgetful So here are some stuff I need to get off my chest. If anyone I know reads this, I'm sorry I guess? Enjoy or something...
Late thoughts and the feeling of being so small that nothing matters.
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 (...
Things are looking up for Carter. After months of serving coffee, fixing equipment, and just trying to be noticed as an intern, everything was falling into place. He spent day after day sucking up to his bosses until they finally started to take him seriously as a mechanic. Now at long last, he had been given his firs...
Book 2 in The O'Connor Chronicles The cover of darkness lingered about, fraternizing with the subtle breeze, dancing, taunting the Earth like a twisted game only it knew how to play. I always resided in that darkness, drinking it like an addictive drug, numbing my tongue and hating the taste; yet, incapable of termina...
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