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Grey was today

July 04, 2015, 0 comments, 668 words

       "There is no God but You, Glorified be You! Truly, I have been of the wrongdoers." I've been in bed for the past nineteen hours. I don't know what to do. The only time..

Chapter 2 - The Opening

July 03, 2015, 0 comments, 560 words

I felt myself filling up with fear. Tingles ran down my spine, and the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. It kind of tickled, actually. After I’d summoned enough cou..

The start to something i'm writing

July 03, 2015, 5 comments, 12 words

Right.... I haven't done that much before- what do you think?Alice

Bathtub Promises & Ancient Oaks

July 02, 2015, 0 comments, 1273 words

Yay! First proper post! Two of my very early works. I combined them one day, ages ago, I'd thought they fit!---------------------I stare at the ceiling. The chalky white is aflame ..

Date someone who...

June 30, 2015, 4 comments, 164 words

This is kinda a rant but kinda an advice thing. I don't know...So, you see all those things around like "date someone who kisses you all the time" or whatever but they always focus..

How to start a blog

July 04, 2015, 0 comments, 5 words

How to start a blog

The Terror de Manila

July 01, 2015, 1 comments, 116 words

I strictly in full recognition with the reservation of the view of the Rizal Monument against the giant Terror de Manila. This gigantic structure provides 'historical fear' that sh..

five more months.

July 02, 2015, 0 comments, 279 words

(this is going to be a terrible, ramble-y post. you've been warned.)This is a post about Christmas/really just the holiday season in general/the months of October and November and ..

Twisted Discretion

July 03, 2015, 0 comments, 313 words

My hair plastered to my face Cemented there by tears and rain Somehow it became a race  I knew I'd never be as sane  The splash of my feet Always leads my mind how you were ..

My life is like a thunderstorm....

July 01, 2015, 0 comments, 311 words

I've always loved thunder storms. I was never one of those kids who freaked out, or hid or cried. They sometimes remind me a bit of myself. I suppose they are the perfect metaphor..