A Tiny Love Story
He doesn’t do roses and chocolates, but he hands me the remote once the little one is asleep. **** Last month, The New York Times- Modern Love section called… Read more »
He doesn’t do roses and chocolates, but he hands me the remote once the little one is asleep. **** Last month, The New York Times- Modern Love section called… Read more »
**Content Warning – Contains descriptions of suicide, death and homophobic slurs. I watched you fall off a cliff yesterday. Hands flailing, shock coursing through every fiber of your being. The… Read more »
“Red aura. You hold a lot of anger inside you.” Madame Sylvia stared into my eyes. I looked down at my shoes like a scolded child. “You know what? This… Read more »
My fangs were the first to go after the procedure. Then the thirst for blood. I live on without the will to live. I’ve been told to keep up, but… Read more »