The last strains of music faded with the sun and the people began to part ways, heading to their own homes. Their own fantastic lives. The streets wer..
He was always sophisticatedly dressed. Dressed to the nines, some would say. The suits he wore were made of the most luxurious material and tailored t..
The multitude of faded letters were kept in an old wooden box. The box was covered with leather, its color faded by the passing years, the material to..
On his back were the scars of perfect circles made from the tip of a cigarette. I could read his history there. The abuse he had to go through almost ..
The creature walked through the abandoned church wondering what it had been like before it fell into disuse. Most of the pews were still standing thou..
The expression on your face when you walked into the room was perfect. The way it went from bewilderment to repulsion to terror. The way your mouth, t..