Help me. I'm caught. Some kind of blinding blare. staring blind. So hot. So Thirsty...That whirl bled the dry outta me. Took me for all I'm worth. I went for it full force. And she burned me. Stole my spark. Turned me. Spurned me. Sparked my snark. Murdered my butterflies. I was getting better I was. Hell and hellfire. I'm a wreck. I'm rubbish. I'm all smoky ash and ashy crash. Can't start over. Can't go back to zero. It'll kill me. I tell you. It... Will ... Kill... Me...

- Excerpt from "dark is a different beast" by Andrea Hart

Tuesday, November 29, 2011



Never Been Deader by Andrew Braddock

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