"The melancholy sorrow of man's desperation fills the air of our world with such a putrid thickness, that we, unsure of what else to do, suffocate in that despair. The most unfortunate fact of it all, the truest burden, is knowing that despair was created by us, "
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Stories by S0mběR
The Illumination
Rhys is awoken to his Partner, Arlo, sitting on the window sill, his face illuminated by the streetlamps. Tea...
The Blood Moon Ball
(THIS WAS FOR MY ENGLISH LITERATURE FINAL IF YOU DONT LIKE IT YOU CAN SUCK IT)
Fun little thing i did, inspir...
