[Stand alone companion book to SoVL. Can be read before SoVL, but will spoil some plot points of SoVL, and vice versa.] "Kill them," Faya whispered to me, always. "Kill them." But we are both lovers, Faya and I. Aren't we? Above all. Though him the smarter, who does his killing by training little hornets to do it for him. Hard headed little bastards with hard hearts and cold eyes. Steel-willed soldiers with strong hands, all in a pretty sniveling row. Spit on it. Spit on it all. I too have teeth, and long fingers. I too have a heart, and if I lack pragmatism, my arms are open. Vulnerable perhaps, but what is living? Come, Wasp, sting me upon my breast. Come, Nicolas, and whisper to me with your knife if it speaks to you. Nothing worries me. I succumb gladly. I will be nothing what they tell me to be. I smile when Nicky says, "I have you now, what do you say?" I say nothing because I have let this happen, and now it is mine. There is nowhere for him to hide. I will see him with unseeing eyes. I will know him by what he does at the shift in power. He will know that I am no longer afraid. And so he fears me. And there is no longer any guessing. "I do not know you," Nicky says, sniffing and wiping his face with his free hand, the other holds the knife. A streak of blood across his face. "Where has Laurent gone? Let me find him inside." "I will freely give you what you want if you give me what I want." "What do you want, Stranger?" he asks me. "I do not like it when you wear this face. Be tender to me. I will not trade with you. I am no instrument." My little same. My little shadow self. "You do not want tenderness." "I do, I promise," he says. It is a lie. But he wants to please me, and it is a beginning. -ch2.7 (note: If you can do better than my cover mock-up, by all means.)

It was the year 2030. I had been alive for over 600 years. Over 6 centuries of feeding off of humans, killing any vampires that got in my way. That day, the day the asteroid hit, every vampire's existence had changed. We could no longer take the humans for granted, since almost 95% of the population was killed. The rest had underground hideouts, ones that they wouldn't come out of for hundreds of years. Willingly. Vampires have always been the superior species, at the top of the food chain. Now, however, there was no food chain. We were the only sentient beings alive on Earth. Along with the other 5% of the human population. Now, we have to survive on that 5%, while at the same time continue our species. There is nowhere near enough blood to feed every vampire. Sacrifices must be made. And many will die, both human and vampire.

a true story, dramatised, written in short parts bc idk. the decapitalisation was intentional also. it's aesthetic i'm sorry this is so cringey If anyone who knows me reads this, just enjoy it for what it is, leave others to discover it on their own.

These are the 2 A.M. words strung together by an overburdened brain and a hopeless heart. It was meant to be reassuring (in some ways) , to calm the bathetic mind. But it has also been plagued by the otherworldly thoughts. Which, of course, may not be reassuring at all. Cover by the amazing @Thatlunapotato Second Place in The Creative Awards 2019 (Third Edition) hosted by the lovely @Vvanillaa Ranking: #9 musings ( Nov 20, 2019) #14 youandme (July 9, 2019)

There are three things I would totally, absolutely, never-in-a-million-years do: 1. Let down my BFF. 2. Read The Goss magazine. 3. Listen to Babel -- the world's worst, most popular boyband. But if I'm dead-set on not breaking rule #1? Then that might just mean that rules #2 and #3 are about to fly right out the window...

and other poems about how i lost my best friend, how i loved him in secret, and how i wished i never said a thing. #Shortys2025