M. A. Kilcorse > Writing | WritersCafe.org | The Online Writing Community

A soft, LGBT love story. If you have ideological diffences, please be respectful.

As the sun crashes red in a fiery display, And violet streaks stain the heavens; A howl is heard throughout the world Shaking trees an..

While I stand upon these fog cloaked streets My eyes fix themselves against the moon And I hear the footsteps of lives gone past Rattl..

Through a mechanical process, sentient thought arises from clockwork

The flame of life colliding against the tip Of a bone white cigarette That leaves behind a pale white ghost Trailing smoke across the win..

When good and evil barter, is there ever a price?

How to stay calm when the world is ending.

Each moment in time is grasped for only a moment, and is then forgotten.

Watching the seasons pass year after year.

A decade of robbing liquor stores finally catches up to this group of friends.