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The rain echoed in the distance, a morose, mournful sound. As always, life in the High North is rushed, hushed, and secretive. In New York, it's easy to keep secrets. I would know. I have a huge one myself. The car door slammed shut, and …
A lesson learned today, of when I was called gay. Little did I know, the truth their words had shown. A lesson learned before, when I was crying on the floor, and a devil walked over me through my bedroom door. A lesson yet to learn, a …
Chapter one: Kiss I wake up to the near agonizing sound of someone screaming. My heart races with naked fury as one of the other kids in my foster home that shelters me has another panic attack. I groan at the sound, shoving my pillow ov…
Prologue: a letter lost The letter was written over ages and ages beyond what I could perceive. The parchment felt fragile, yet the Ink was still black as coals . My fingers slowly traced the finely penned letters and the words they so de…
I am a writer blocked by the curses of word unfounded, and a mind quiet. I am a writer cursed without paper or pen. I try as tried people do to compose the perfect plot, to sew stories, and this ha proven impossible. I am a writer trapped…
I love the way you fall asleep, your eyes closing and ur open mouth showing your perfect white teeth. I love your kisses, you're the first guy that never misses. I love it when we cuddle, how you comfort me when I'm all befuddled. I lov…