You know that feeling when you want to drink every memory away? When you get so high just to forget? And the worse part is that forgetfulness falls asleep at its doorstep. Hope you all enjoy this poem...
The door slammed open, I screamed as I saw the figure in black. He stalked in. It was after hours in the bar and i was the only one left, left to clean up all the blood and booze. He stepped over a br...
But just then before I get home a shadow steps out. I knew who he was even before he spoke in that dark rough hot voice. The same dark haired man as in the pub. I rolled my eyes but stopped and waite...
Part 1 of Reunion. It's two years after Roselyn and Ismus went their separate ways, and Roselyn isn't too happy about it. Now, she works at a tavern, dealing with pervs and drunks. What a change from ...
Dort was walking down the streets of the city. His short curly hair was being mangled by the wind making his hair look more like a tornado then anything. He was not worried about this, he knew he look...
I check everywhere for him. But I didn't catch his name or anything. I sigh and go back to watching people fight in the pits and handing out drinks. Maybe I'll never see him again. But I got a feeling...
You know that feeling when you want to drink every memory away? When you get so high just to forget? And the worse part is that forgetfulness falls asleep at its doorstep. Hope you all enjoy this poem...
The door slammed open, I screamed as I saw the figure in black. He stalked in. It was after hours in the bar and i was the only one left, left to clean up all the blood and booze. He stepped over a br...
But just then before I get home a shadow steps out. I knew who he was even before he spoke in that dark rough hot voice. The same dark haired man as in the pub. I rolled my eyes but stopped and waite...
Part 1 of Reunion. It's two years after Roselyn and Ismus went their separate ways, and Roselyn isn't too happy about it. Now, she works at a tavern, dealing with pervs and drunks. What a change from ...
Dort was walking down the streets of the city. His short curly hair was being mangled by the wind making his hair look more like a tornado then anything. He was not worried about this, he knew he look...
I check everywhere for him. But I didn't catch his name or anything. I sigh and go back to watching people fight in the pits and handing out drinks. Maybe I'll never see him again. But I got a feeling...