A quick write out of 1st person perspective. written by dark.
A dark poem for today. And the message is to stop bullying.
Dabria looked at her red-stained hands. Her two companions were lying on the floor of the boat, silent and unmoving. The younger of the companions, Alva, was wrapped up in a white cloth, red starting ...
AN: This implies to a toxic irl ex friend I had, and I needed to vent about it, so my friendo suggested I write about it.
Wayde was never a good man. But who would have thought he was needed to discover the secrets of vixenburg? Life, death, Heaven and Hell- its all the same when you don't give a shit.
A quick write out of 1st person perspective. written by dark.
A dark poem for today. And the message is to stop bullying.
Dabria looked at her red-stained hands. Her two companions were lying on the floor of the boat, silent and unmoving. The younger of the companions, Alva, was wrapped up in a white cloth, red starting ...
AN: This implies to a toxic irl ex friend I had, and I needed to vent about it, so my friendo suggested I write about it.
Wayde was never a good man. But who would have thought he was needed to discover the secrets of vixenburg? Life, death, Heaven and Hell- its all the same when you don't give a shit.