Vial Stories

yeah, as the title suggests, this is a collection of bits and bobs of different unwritten stories, you could check it out if you need some ideas for your work, or if you just wanna read small scenes in the stories. I might be adding more to this later, so you could always ask.

"I feel as if my body is broken into pieces...as if ever since, I was dropped like a delicate beautiful vase and all of my pieces shattered against the cold hard floor of reality. Every piece cannot be found. Not even the the small core of me. I am Broken, and they or him can't do anything about it. Let me succumb to my cracks and wounds as I lay here to suffer slowly and painfully." Sequel to Little Things. All right reserved. Copyright 2013

"How do you feel dear? Losing the best thing that's ever happened to poor pathetic you?" "GIVE HER BACK! GIVER HER BACK!" "His last bit of sanity fled and he collapsed onto the cell floor" *** In a world of imprisonment , torture, playgoers and hate, will this violent, murderous love story survive?

Late one night, Kirsta awakens to find a blotch of light on her wall. Bleary-eyed, she looks for its source. It seems to be coming from outside. In the woods. Ignoring her better sense, Kirsta slips out of her house to investigate, enjoying the last few moments of her ignorance. . . .