Jessica Elaine Stevens [Faiteach] > Writing | WritersCafe.org

An old one this time.

And now all I'm left to go to bed with is my disappointment. I think I've lost my way- A sifting crack- In the Continent of Me. I feel the upheava..

This is the only two step.

Three short vignettes about the city.

But what difference does it make, if the resurrected are monsters?

The memories we savor the most, are the ones we lose the quickest.

Cry for help now, this time with feeling.

This summer was full of things that glittered and shined- It was full of things like: You and I and Her and Me and Them and We and there were war..

You're finally dead to me. Let's see what I become now.

Or the ability to breathe underwater, for that matter.