• My favourite word. For now, anyways, untill I change My mind. Which might be in a few minutes. I’ve always been lured to the word, as if It were some genetic connection, as if it were an old, slightly forgotten friend. It’s a Latin word, originally, or is it Greek? No, no, I’m quite sure it’s Latin, fairly sure. Lunacy literally means a form of…[Read more]

  • My heart. And my bike. The thin devil with smiling eyes picked the simple lock only slightly faster than I could. I hadn’t shouted, like how most people would do; I just watched him nonchalantly slide onto my bicycle. He had known I was watching him, too. The bastard was showing off. He winked and shot a charmed grin at me as he casually rode…[Read more]

  • Biting my lip. Jaw tightened. Clamped shut. My words will only be twisted and baked by their minds, into some horrible unintended creation. I save my words for ones who will understand. Not these fools.