Love should not be attacked.

A dark London night in 1640, a young escort is confronted by a customer who isn’t quite human, and it’s not her flesh he’s after; it’s her blood.

I like to laugh, but sometimes things need to be brought down a few notches and looked at from a serious point of view. This is one of those times.

A random scene, without a beginning…Or an end.

A silent tear falls down my cheek, knowing he will never come back.

Her knees crammed to her chest, as she begins to rock.

Everything seeming to stay around the relationship we once had. Knowing that make things better than I have to change the way I live my life.

A jesting poem. And correct.

I would have given anything to have you back in my life.

A short fable about a cat going after a rat.