There was blood on my pillow.
"there was blood on my pillow and a noose in my heart" These country singers were getting downright moros, good thou...
There was blood on my pillow. It's 6 a.m. and there is blood on my pillow. I started to try and remember what happene...
Whitechapel 1888. There was blood on my pillow again this morning when I awoke. My landlady has already been asking ...
Gigantic.
I had finished drawing. The picture a beautiful representation of her body. I told her that I was done, she decided n...
The pain was gigantic. No, no wait, that wasn't the right word. What was the right word? Around him people were shout...
Gigantic. Positively enormous. those were the words that first came to mind as she gazed up at the Statue of Liberty....
Green.
Green cover holds me. Oak Tree stands guard behind me. Sun warms me. Stream sings me to sleep. Sleep meets with Dream...
Her eyes were green. No, not just green. Emeralds, yet infinitely more precious. Like the sea, though far more deep a...
Green. Indubitably so. A vast expanse if it, spreading out to the horizon. Different shades breaking it up into secti...
Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway.
Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway. It was snowing, freezing her slowly. She continued...
Rain poured down, next to her, the doorway shielding her. She clutched her red gown as she huddled down close to the ...
Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway. It was raining, her hair was plastered to her fac...