→ finished ← Claustrophobic and agoraphobic, Alaska Gouramie doesn't leave the house much. She whiles her days away nurturing her goldfish, Gordon. Her life is passing her by. Elver Harrison James is scared of fish. He won't go near the pond at the bottom of his garden. He will do anything to stay away from those wate...
Normalcy was all Benji Dore wanted. He wanted to have a girlfriend, a career, and an education. He wanted a perfect family and a lovable personality. He just wanted to be accepted. But his world was fantastically formed around, well, his world. That is, until a beautiful young woman steps into his life and gives him a...
A collection of short pieces, one-shots, character sketches, and scenes that don't belong anywhere (yet). Alternative description: Word dump for thoughts & feelings I want to get out of my head or remember forever. June 2014-2018
Words are the dim shadows of the forgotten ones, the ones left behind - they are the smiles of the saddened, and the frowns of the kind.
He just sits there. On seat 31. Reading a book or listening to his music. He looks out of the window. Or looks at her. She just sits there. On seat 30. Reading a book or listening to her music. She looks out of the window. Or looks at him.
♚ a boy kills, while a girl plans to. warning ; includes few violence, alcohol use and unlawful thoughts © tricia stratus : arcticdonkeys 2014 completed || 05/05/15
A collection of tragedies of sorts, of demons or angels (whatever you'd fancy to call them) that lurk and/or gleam in my mind. Written when the moon's dreary and the sun's near awakening. Obnoxiously metaphoric, subtly inspirational. © Jake Sullivan, 2014
We look up at the same sky and we see the same thing and suddenly, it's not so lonely anymore.
