I have to apologise to the ancient China Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai, as my first line here is a direct translation from one of his famous poems, though the rest of the lines, obviously are not.
Hope you like this one. By the way, it did not happened last night but earlier night.

This is a dark short story based on a haunting dream I had a few months ago. The child, the dark hallway, the monster, and the visions all represent something metaphorically. I believe I was possibly trying to repress memories from my past about a haunted house and that finally my concience no longer wished to store them away. Thus, the dream exercised a way for me to come to terms with the conflict arisen from the memories.

A messed up poem.

Affection for somebody can make you bite your tongue.

A poem of playful love….

Karma has a way of making your bad actions backfire back on you.

An aquarium home for the Microsoft.

Splitting my pants in the middle of an intense game of Four-Square.

This describes a woman telling about the man in her life and how happy he makes her and all that he does to show his love for her.

Written while squatting in an abandoned house having a freak gathering….