Everything here is made from paint; it is malleable and it's wet.
Have no ideas anymore for stories. Saying farewell to writing them.
They've saved your body, but they've lost your soul somewhere along the way.
Your plans never seemed to work out
There was no reason to survive this. You had nothing left to live for. All you had to return to if you did make it was a job you hated, classes you couldn't stand for a degree in a profession you n...
Life is but a dream for the dead, something far off and foggy, mostly forgotten.
Robert is a young artist wasting away in London when he meets the eccentric Lucas. Bound by destructive, incredible friendship, they stage an unforgettable art heist at the end of the 20th century.
Melanie had been trying to catch her horse, Lunar, for hours now, and as soon as Lunar stopped in her tracks, staring at Melanie, Mel knew something was up. She soon noticed, she was a horse! She ...
There's something to be said about the character you tend to root for in whatever current show, movie, novel, or other entertainment that you're currently enthralled with.
The story of how a nice, gentle, soft kid grows up to be the destroyer of life.
I've been told time and time again that I have no self control. You have no idea how much I seek to change that.
I'm back... anyone still reading my stuff?
Where sewage of youth drowned the spark in my teens
"Upon his father finding out about his drug use again, he is forced to join recovery seminars. His day-to-day life isn't all that pleasing until he meets someone that makes it a little more interes...