Literary

who would have thought that righteousness was a sin?

it came to me at night, in between my rosy dreams...

1/1030

in my beginning was my end...

Atop the quivering boy’s shelf, a fairytale book sits proudly on mahogany wood...

Life was well-lived and prosperous for the people...

Orchid

You were simply the child product of intangible beauty; an exact replica of what impeccability would look like on such being...

11:59 PM, October 30

In the still air that hangs over the room,

A sense of dread is masked by anticipation...

Scales of black and blue glimmered in the low moonlight, refracting its cold rays against tawny hair...