I Started Writing Seriously When I Was

Absolute Power Is Absolute Power, No Matter What It's Called.

Then He Crouches Down Behind It, Motions For Tess And Me To Sit Down, And Begins Unbuttoning His Vest. I Blush Scarlet And Thank Every God In The World For The Darkness Surrounding Us. “i’m Not Cold And I’m Not Bleeding,” I Say To Him. “keep Your Clothes On.” The Boy Looks At Me. I Would’ve Expected His Bright Eyes To Look Dimmer In The Night, But Instead They Seem To Reflect The Light Coming From The Windows Above Us. He’s Amused. “who Said Anything About You , Sweetheart?

All It Takes Is One Generation To Brainwash A Population And Convince Them That Reality Doesn't Exist

Time Heals All Wounds. But Not This One. Not Yet.

Everything I Am Familiar With Is Gone.