You ask, “Do you think we’re friends in every universe?” My reaction is instinctive. Of course we are. You’re everything to me. My muse
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Life Cycle
I remember the first time I held you. So tiny, so fragile. Your eyes were wide with unshakable curiosity as you explored your new
An Almost Heartbroken Death
This may be what kills me. In that moment Xanus could control nothing but his thoughts and if he could have moved his lips,
Within the Viewfinder
Marie slips the nail of her ring finger beneath the sleeve of her thick woollen jacket, peeling it back to reveal the watch face.
Poo Man
Poo Man thought he would make a new hat. He had plenty of things to make a hat. He needed a shave too. He
The Friend
There once was a boy named Craig who was very unfortunate. One of these misfortunes was that his name was Craig, and not something
Served
Tonight, I am ethereal, and I glow. With a midnight blue light stretching across my skin, I am an alien. Tonight, you ask for
Strawberry Blonde
TW: Pedophilia By Chloe Payne The shit and piss soaked rug burns into my nostril hairs late in the night. It gurgles and splutters
Teatime
TW for unpleasant eating experience/gagging Harry held his pinky out as he drank, pursing his lips to sip a shy mouthful of tea. He