**The moon hung low in the sky, a silver kiss upon the earth, its light casting a soft, ethereal glow over the quiet garden. Lila stood there, breathless, her heart fluttering like a bird caught in a net. Her gaze locked with his—Nathaniel’s—his eyes deep, like twin pools of night, pulling her in closer, making her forget everything but him.**

**His smile was slow, deliberate, the kind of smile t...

I eyed Marilyn pridefully as she laid still in our bed. I glided over the gray, shagged carpet in our bedroom like it was an ice rink and stood by her side at the edge of the bed. I lowered my head and gently kissed her forehead.

“She’s so beautiful,” I thought, as I wiped her hot blood from her gunshot wound from my lips....

(inspired by a tiktok written from the perspective of the man holding the woman)

“As we dance to the masochism tango.”

The love of my life clings on

The song ringing on

With each syllable

Her wounds reopened, minimal

Her body slowly dropping down

Her legs cant stand no long,

the stitches are long gone

As we dance to the Masochism Tango....

1963

“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 greetin...

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...