Why he will not get out of bed. Written for a Creative Writing class.
Marie always knew she was special. Some quests, however, are simpler than others. (Oh, look! It's the Obligatory Mary Sue Parody!)
Is the monster real?
HEART. CICATRICE. MIND. CICATRICE. BROKEN.
Art is dead, kid.
I was feeling kind of down last night, so I wrote this to distract myself. Eh. You guys can have it.
George looks back on his past in his dreams. Based off of the game. If you haven't played it or seen it, it's cool.
a girl, her subconscious, a mirror, a pill.
I am safe inside my head.
DETERMINE MY HOPE? LOST IN MY DREAMS OF STATIC STEAM? YOU CAN'T HURT ME. I'VE DONE THAT. Could you tell these fucking Xs and Os to get out of my head??
Untitled, now titled.
.... . . . . symmetrical, ahahah, right? loop and loop, don't you wish that could happen...that you could just smile your way back to cloud nine? well. it's breaking up now. can't hear you.
This city sucks. || Majorly inspired by Pete Wentz's 'Gray'. R&R? Note inside.
"Now Grennan," said the woman in the skirt with the blinding white teeth. "Tell me what you remember."
(Revision, if you care) Pinpoint a moment where someone's life is changed. Although it's just a memory, probably nothing more, you can't even come up with the slightest bit of one.
She's a depressed wreck, and he is her saviour. The bad thing: he's a mentally disturbed killer. Sequel to Jeff the Killer from creepypasta.
Gerard and Frank get more than they bargained for with their first taste of Caeser salad.
A journal of a fuckin' gallery worthy murderer.
This is what is on my mind.