#5 in my Phobia Series. I haven't written many stories, so apologies, but this is a short story about 'coulrophobia'. (Also, the British English version of sidewalk being pavement.) Thank you. :) <3 ‘ [...] Warm red links frozen deeply ’ They work without logic, they follow mortals' emotions. In the masqueraded society. ‘[...] Fresh air and suffocating burned gasoline’ ‘Are you art you are’ - just a palindrome poem. Thanks for reminding me, @chhr2103 ! It is, after all, your dream. Purposely adrift in the echo of past mayhems. "Choking on words, trying to come out"... sorry this one is so long, but I'm really proud of it. Hope you enjoy! <3 (PS, these aren't my drawings) For every story, character, and author I love. Haiku, inspired by the jewelry robbery scene in the series ‘Tell me a story’. There's a lot of benefits to writing, but what makes it unique is that it came from you, and perhaps the greatest accomplishment in writing is inspiring others to do the same too. :) In the reverie of farraginous memories. What do they have to offer? My youngest sister is a complete SAVAGE when it comes to reviewing YA Lit.
No Mary Sue Protagonist, nor 2-D love triangle, nor poorly constructed plot line is safe from her scathing roasts.