Tags firstperson
IndifferenceA Story by Meagan ReynoldsWhat runs through a murderers head as he turns on himself. |
ArthurA Story by InTheChaoticMindThe ground I sat on was damp and I could feel the moisture of the grass seep into my jeans ever so slightly. I brushed my hand over the top of t.. |
A Fake Plastic SnowflakeA Story by acid_ianIn memory |