

Dinner--alone.Each night, Alex Johnson dines alone. It's not really a problem, he thinks, Though the dining table really is too big For just one person. Maybe he'll get a smaller one, So it'll look less empty. Tonight he's eating lasagna Out of a microwaveable dish. He's quite the eligible bachelor, His friends sometimes remind him-- He's an accomplished cook, He likes to clean, and he even Enjoys doing the laundry. And who really ENJOYS doing laundry? But despite all this Each night, Alex Johnson dines alone. Why is that, he sometimes wonders, When his moDinner--alone.


RooftopsAs the morning sun peeks over the city A sharp ear may detect a rushing sigh Moving from rooftop to rooftop to rooftop. A collective unrest; a depression, if you will. It is as if the roofs themselves dread The dawning of each new day, the silence, The loneliness. As the same light of dawn strikes the cobblestones Of the city's well-worn streets, however, A different sound quickly overwhelms The sadness of the rooftops. It is a cacophony of laughter, a rising wave Of joy, of comradeship, of excitement. Each day brings a new story; a new beginning. It is a sharRooftops


DraculaI killed Dracula last night; Bastard just wouldn't give up-- Kept getting uglier and standing up again. In the end it was fruitless; I put him down--but not for good-- He'll come back in the next game. I guess that's life; the more we fight, The less beautiful we become. The older we get, the uglier we get, And the more stubborn we end up. Poor Dracula's doomed to relive same fate, Over and over again. Rise to fall; fall to rise. Sometimes we learn, but usually We don't. Only Dorian Grey can show us the same face No matter how many mistakes he makeDracula


Thumbsrews.Clouds of smoke make carbon copy imprints of our night leaving just enough as dust of us to trace but not to prove that we existThumbsrews.
bread cleaves like dirt as we fulfill, build landscapes made with words like trees and growth like sugar complex and thin or caffeine: sudden, reflex, spin.
your wishlist does not shine like scales but glimmers like electric eels you choose your words: escape, divine and touch your thumbs as I choose mine.
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The Saddest Song EverEvery single day that passes, you say you want to just fade away, just disappear.The Saddest Song Ever
Every night that breaks, I tell you that I'm here and you don;t have
to go anywhere.
And every moment that passes, you still tell me that you want to die, despite my kind words.
I will sing for you the saddest song you have ever heard, and drown all your sorrows.
Every single night, under the cold-bright moon, all I want is to take away all your pains.
You look at me and you sigh, because you just  
| Just a note. I will always do requests, and especially swaps. If you want to do one, just comment somewhere-anywhere-with a topic. Cheers! |
as long as you review
anonymously or not.
just keep going.
ill just click the X button as many times as i will need to :3
btw. i finally finished that story i said i would finish. it's the first one on the top of the list on my ff. i got to work on your request now
just at least 50 messages and about 1/2 of them were yours
Did I clog up your poor inbox.
can't believe i put you on devwatch ;__;
If it helps, I'm glad. I really enjoyed your work.
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