Some people spend their whole life searching for their other half. Me? You could say I have other plans. Otherwise I wouldn’t be sitting here waiting to kill someone else’s. I’m getting ahead of myself though.
I was 6 when my mother first explained marks to me: the mystical system by which we were all to be matched up with our soul-mates, our other halves, our ‘mark mates’. Mine was a crescent m...
The rain pounded on my umbrella as I pulled the scarf up over my face, hiding myself from the startled eyes of everyone around me. You see, I’m not the kind of ‘individual’ most people expect to see walking across from them on their afternoon stroll. But I’m getting ahead of myself. It all started this morning.
“Blorgh, I’m sorry, but this just isn’t working.”
I stared back into Greugh’s empty, ...
There have been many times in my life when I have felt scared. Not just nervous or worried. Not an everyday kind of fear. I mean that heart racing, sick to your stomach kind of fear. That “But I don’t want to go to bed, the man with no eyes is waiting for me in the closet!” kind of fear that you feel when you’re too young to know that the real dangers, the real things to fear, are outside. Yesterd...
For a long time I’ve felt unloveable,
Unseen and unheard,
I’ve grown used to words unspoken
Knowing no one would hear a word.
In the past I’ve been mistreated,
Have been left to cry alone,
Though there’s been plenty of opportunity,
Often little love has been shown.
So I’ve spent a long time longing,
For someone to hold me close,
Hoping in vain for some comfort,
At the times I need it most.
Then...