A Little Bit of Mischief
An Independent, Literate Roleplay.…
My OC's
Felt like doing it...sue me lol xD…
Simply Delusional, Darling
It all started with a murder deemed suicide. An affair. A cheat. A whore. You thought that was all? Oh, you're simply delusional, Darling, if you thought that was all. It's just the tip of othe iceberg.…
Random OC things
For rps…
Random Ramblings
If you don't get the idea might as well leave now.…
The Lies We Tell Ourselves
We tell ourselves that we're okay, that we're doing great. That we're getting better. We lie to ourselves to find comfort in the beauty of things that we subconsciously know aren't true, and can't be true. We lie to ourselves because it's easier to mold lies into an illusion you can trick you're eyes into believing. We lie to ourselves because it's easier than telling ourselves the truth. Call it cowardly. Call it what you will, but it's the lies we tell ourselves that make something worth fighting for. The lies that make us want to know the truth. The lies that make us human.…
Deception
Wesley Peterson trudged through the front door of his new 'home'. However, home had never been a place for him. His home was always in people. And his father ripped his home right under his feet, letting him fall onto the front door welcome mat of Quinberry Lane. ^*^*^*^He stood between the two fading yellow lines, back towards the house. Brown eyes vacant, as if reminiscing a disturbing memory, he looked ahead of him. Jordan's hands pounded against the glass window of the house the boy was leaving behind. He was screaming but nothing could be heard. In vain, he continued the futile process of creating as much racket as possible. The boy, however, still stood in between the yellow lines, statuesque. The oncoming beams of headlights sliced through the thick fog and the suffocating darkness. It always ended that way, always. A never ending loop; always ending in death.…
The List
Ash. Kimberly. Flynnt. Crystal. Mitchel.Grayson. Crystal and Flynnt, once childhood friends, are now neighbors that hardly acknowledge each other's existence. Ash is now getting back on his feet, finally getting to a point where he can focus on what he wants to do. Kimberly is moving on off to the college of her dreams, life seemingly perfect--going her way for once. Grayson, quite in his own mannerisms, is getting tips and critiques from a local famous artist. And Mitchel is one song away from getting the album of his dreams. But all of this changes when fate decides to come crashing in. Sitting in their livingrooms, the televisions read The List of names. Ash. Kimberly. Flynnt. Crystal. Mitchel. Grayson. The new members of the M. A. F.; Missionary Agents Fighting for Freedom. The pretty little label that hides a more sinister secret.****FANTABULOUS COVER MADE BY @-QuietStream…