"What can I do to make it better?" He waved his arms around as he screamed to cover her cries. She tossed her shoes at him from across the bed before running barefoot, with all of her bored loathing, into the night.
"I didn't think I was going to enjoy this shindig, but as I tried to keep myself from walking out without fulfilling my job, I had to play like I already knew. That's when I found him, the man of my dreams." --Dalilah
Kristian Evans has vintage written in his soul, and doesn’t mind that he repeats his life again and again. Coffee, cigarettes, cameras and canvases are what he lives for.
Lewis Kingston is a collage drop-out, with a total lack of organisation and a tolerance of boredom a six year old…
Angel Teroff has been sent to a summer camp by her mother, who thought hanging around the house and being with friends wasn’t healthy.
A mix-up with the papers ends in Angel getting put with a cabin full of 16-year-old single boys, who are all unfairly good-looking. Although, it doesn’t…
This the continuation of THE TORTOISE AND THE GEM OF PRICELESS VALUE. read and comment on it
Ah, ah, all is lost, cried he, as the fever threatened to gambol on the taut earth of the hallowed bowl. But the vision appeared again, sharp as he had first seen it…
I've no idea if this is any good. I wrote it five minutes ago whilst listening to 'A kind of blue' by Miles Davis.
Just typed everything as it came into my mind, so it's really free-form. Let me know what you think!