| A short story that is still in the process of revision. Feel free to leave some helpful critique. |
| A short story that is still in the process of revision. Feel free to leave some helpful critique. |


The Shape of Lucifer's ...click of tarnished silver cap before you begin to write with blood dippled splinter of an apostle's staff your first restless R.The Shape of Lucifer's ...
your knuckle's shoulder bears its red papercut cross envy is the upward hooks in your words you write to validate yourself, become transparently opaque.
pride creates your elaborate capitals lost sepia dreams engrage a scrawl you create a tension that escalates but never falls.
with each gluttonous O you risk: understanding trust and pity something done infinitely you ignore your impeccable G re


Obsession v6.5ObsessionObsession v6.5
I think it's the porch light's yellow glow on his blonde hair that catches my eye first. He's waiting on me to sign the receipt and get the hell out of here, out of the cold--I offer for him to step inside for a bit so that I'm not so cold and can get a better look.
He declines.
Awkwardly, I sign the receipt on the doorframe, hand him back both it and his pen, and take my pizzas I ordered on mother's orders for both myself, my brother, and my brother's friends.
I'm not quite sure what possesses me, but I add rather hastily, "Call me."
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*Iardacil
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...
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Huzzah!
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