21st Century Cliché

Everytime I watched her write, it was like my mind kept imagining the paper taint with blood which poured from her wrists. There always seems to be, has to be some sort of hurt; I couldn’t seem to imagine her in a different setting. I could picture her so much, in so many different conscious […]

And The Walls Saw Everything

“Waiting you. Lower gate,” the text read. A few words which led to a weird night. Jade wore a black dress and a good amount of gold on her neck. Dark lipstick, no purse, no fear. She walked the street like she owned it, remembering, recalling and walking through the nostalgia of a fantasy, except […]