S. Liberace : Writing

the martyr

the martyr

A Poem by S. Liberace


Beasts of burden and witch's brew Mixed and mottled bundled up thrown, tossed under--- "They'll eat you alive," she said to me, o..
that thing

that thing

A Poem by S. Liberace


sultry nights are usually spent in gold and paper i spend them in rain. You know, i cant possibly think anymore. i can't possibly be anymore. mo..
i thought it could be?

i thought it could be?

A Poem by S. Liberace


they say you walk the streets in scarlet well i say you walk in your own blood. what is a virgin flower but sweet? i say yours is like dr..
ma lune

ma lune

A Story by S. Liberace


“Whoisthat?” was where our story began, and where it continues as a legend; an urban myth, really, in the form of fables and fairy tales &..
no sound

no sound

A Story by S. Liberace


No sound. There was not even a whisper in the dank depths of the abandoned Underground. The Earth had ended, Mars' b*****d daughter had sought her re..
prince adrian

prince adrian

A Poem by S. Liberace


Oh, my darling Prince Adrian, How she beckons at your name, And the stars could have loved no one better Than you, my Prince, with no maim On your..
one

one

A Chapter by S. Liberace


"I will begin by telling you that we have found the boy. He did not notice us, Abel. He is almost perfect to harvest," recited Rigel, who then proceed..
two

two

A Chapter by S. Liberace


"I have sent the message, my lord." These words were spoken from the very mouth of Verdandi herself; her long, fair hair and queenly manner offering a..
the lotarel universe complex

the lotarel universe complex

A Story by S. Liberace


We were in the garden. The serpents were swimming around in the air, calmly, Aldriat noted (I could tell from her expression), and she looked at the p..

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