🌸Fate

Something smelled disgusting in Tiniest cell. What exactly was the cause of it?

What if your entire life was written as a book and stored with the rest of Death's collection?

Case one: The Babysitter

And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

Romance is dead? That conclusion may be foregone when you gaze upon the love-written words in my poem.

A short, rhyming romantic poem about a past relationship in which I reeled for forgiveness because of past insecurity.

An attention seeking man-eater exposed...

Would YOU warn an undeserving person of trouble ahead?