The Undead Did Not Love, But They

The Warm Dampness Of Her Breath Made Me Shiver At The Mix Of The Familiar And The Unknown, With A Soft Exhalation She Shifted Her Head And Her Lips Found My Collarbone, Teasingly Shy Of My Old Scar. Tendrils Pulsed In Time With My Heart, Building On The Ones Before To An Unseen Height.

A Clipboard And A Hard Hat Could Get You Just About Anywhere.

He Froze As The Scent Of Her Hair Met Him. It Was Touching His Cheek,tickling Him. I Cant Afford This, He Thought, But He Didnt Move, Watching Her Finger Trace The New Line. "he Cracked My Mirror,"she Said, Clearly Angry.

Endings Are Not Always Bad. Most Times They're Just Beginnings In Disguise.

They Weren’t Idiots, But I Attracted Trouble That Just Begged Me To Beat It Into Submission.