Scrap #9


I opened my eyes and saw you standing there. You were dressed in a black gown and a black veil, with a newly lit Dunhill slipped between your fingers. You stared at me emotionless. The smoke hung in the air, the fumes covering the room with the lingering scent of your cigarette. Read more?


Scrap #7


Here I lie awake alone in the darkest, yet the hardest part of the night, thinking about the days I spent to create an ideal world inside my head. But when I realize that in reality the world is changing, those thoughts blur. Soon, another thought enters my mind: Read more?