It’s weird how dreams of the dark never leave me alone. Once again I found myself becoming a slave to my lucid dream. My mind kept adding two and two […]
I was recounted the events of this ghost school story by a vexed being. He was drunk when this happened, so there isn’t that morsel of sanity attached that could have […]
A prolific writer, started out when I was a kid, on a leaflet in a diary. Pages turned impressive pretty quick. Found myself writing quite often ever since. What started as a passion has become an obsession and boy I can't stop. Wish to take it up as a profession with the right support. A poet at heart. My words often reek of dark dismay and gloom and scale the depths of sentience. I just hope my ink never runs out and that I keep resurrecting dead pages. Love.