When he sat down to write… inspiration found him, but at what cost?
Short story
His body sprawled wildly, smelling of death and whiskey. She saunters to his bedside, hovering over his now exposed body listening to his long, heavy breaths. Her heart racing faster as her lips meet the top of his head pausing among her heated breath.
In the deep of night, there is silence that swallows up the air. A tight-lipped kiss of the wind breaking up the glass window. City lights peeking in through the cracks of his concrete solitude. The sound spinning around his […]
I woke up this morning with a calmness about my mind. As if something happened through the night to take me back in time. A time before the stress of love and loss; of responsibilities at cost. I dreamt of […]
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