“Hi!” I said as I approached my date. She had such a beautiful figure, perfectly proportioned. Her blonde hair had a soft beach wave style, so it bounced slightly as she turned her head towards me. Her blue eyes practically glowed in the light of the theatre lights outside. Her sundress was a shade of pink that made her look like a rare flower.

I reached her, I waited to see her greeting for...

Sooo…was watching YouTube and saw a short explaining something that I wanted to know was normal. I apparently have maladaptive daydreaming and uhm, it’s research time again. I do everything he listed.

For a short description: **You spend an extensive amount of time making fake scenarios in your head to escape reality. You even walk around acting as though this is real by mouthing or doing what t...

Prancing drinking like there’s no tomorrow does that make you feel good powerful one of the boys I’ll tell you something. You don’t look like one of the boys you look like the hooker paid to keep them company.

The way too much you look at her you want to fuck her thank you I won’t tell

The hooker comment didn’t go well last night

It’s time sensitive so are my feelings

What are you doing?

Are...

To My Dear Sweet Catherine,

Hello darling. I woke this morning to find your side of the bed empty. The rumpled cotton sheets still smelled of your perfume. Oh, what torture it is to close my eyes and see your face. To kiss those sweet lips of yours. To caress your beautiful soft skin. Only to wake and grasp at the empty air.

It’s been one week, two days, and 17 hours since you left. God only know...

Everyone has been on high alert. Recently there have been a total of three murders. All of which were all brutal and gut wrenching. But the thing that they had in common was the writings written in blood nearby the scenes. And as the police were piecing together the clues of what the writings could mean.

I was stuck in the very basement of the murderer. Chained to his bloody walls and left to sit...

I stand alone, in the middle of dark and moist woods where he brought me. Blindfolded, and gripping a tree as to not fall over. I hear rustling leaves all around me and I try to hone in on one. My heart stops as I hear one crinkles coming straight for me. I feel cold, damp, boney hands caress my face and remove the blindfold. In front of me I see i picnic blanket surrounded by trees and mist, I lo...

“I want to tear all your limbs apart

And make a boquete of the broken parts.

I’ll wrap them in bows of hanging rope

And drown my mouth of all foul with soap.

So take this ring and I’ll love you forever

In a grave we can roll together.

You and I against all that is bad

Fighting the cannibals and killer bats.

Say I do and I’ll build you a house

Made of the bones of your ex spouse.

We will marry u...

The sun cast ominous shadows among the briar strewn pillars scattered in the garden. Cobblestone pathways leading back to one another, yet underneath, thorns break through the dead soil. Crumbling stone arches float elegantly among the rotting vines, words announcing ‘Tenebrose Garden’ was elaborately engraved in the architecture. Rusted iron gates open to misguided souls visiting. Toxic plants d...

He sits down across from me and my heart rate quickens. I only suggested coming to this place because it was public. Some food I thought and conversation. He is staring at me like he isn’t interested or cares about where we are or that other people are around. It makes me nervous that this doesn’t bother him. He seems as if he could do anything to me and he doesn’t give a dam about who sees him.

...

“Oh, my beautiful Lilian, I want to pick each of your limbs as if they were flowers in the most exotic garden. I want to pour your blood into my glass and drink it like the most exquisite wine.”

Lilian just listened to Winston both amused and surprised. By now she was starting to get used to Winston’s dark poetry and stories.

“Do you like so far, Lil?” he asked, raising his eyes from the sheet ...