Beautiful People Don't Just Happen
From the door entered a woman. Her heels clicked in the breaths between notes. She stood still for a moment, on display to all, and seemingl
What I Was Wearing
I can’t stand the sight of myself in the mirror. Anyone’s touch, including my own, disgusts me. I no longer sleep, and the few hours I...
Art is Dead
He retrieved his pocket knife and quickly cut it. His hands were trembling, causing the knife to slip and slice his hand, the crimson matchi
Eternal Slumber
As the sun rose early in the morning I still remained on the floor, kneeling, still contemplating what I’d done. My heart had slowed down...
