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Ran out of ideas? Here you go...

Rolling and crashing....they bellow...

But his hand were another thing entirely; nimble fingers, smooth skin, even something as accurate as anatomical sketches could not capture what she saw.

Like a dream she had drifted from the room,  And like a dream she seemed unreal, and like a dream she was gone.

I'll go to your garden, I'll go to your grave.

This helps you calm down.

Running out of ideas? And craving for something scary? Here's a few horror story ideas to get you started!

I bend, yet I do not break. I lose, yet I never lose myself. I wreck myself, yet I never shatter.

The sky was more often red than it was not ~ a short excerpt of a project

And now, I would pay with all the money I have just to see you smile again.

I've been staring at the wall for hours with no end Can time bend? What is this crazy dimension Where I can't even look at my own reflection?