Masterpiece

Disasterpiece Muse's Release Free yourself from your disease. Become your own masterpiece. Right now, pain is black and blue, but it's nothing to fear, you're a rainbow confused. If this redundant play is to end, become your own true best friend. See yourself: the sleeping god. Read this until you finally nod: you are not... Continue Reading →

Little Red Riding Hood is a Slut (Pt 2)

Part 1 2. Turning to the occupied bed, she looks like a woman raised from the dead. No more dirty secrets in her head, No longer a hidden Little Riding Red. No more hood,  no judgment unbidden, it feels so good, to have no schisms. To the wolf, she grinned and said, "Never tried sex... Continue Reading →

Little Red Riding Hood is a Slut (Pt. 1)

My first ever Fucked Up Fairy Tale. 1. Didn't an act of love seal Little Red's fate? Sure, Grandma wasn't there, but here's the truth from that day (if you care): Red was planning a special date. She was so sick of Granny's critical stares, a cross-dressing wolf - especially male -was to Red delightful... Continue Reading →

Careful What You Wish For

She wrote her heart in her journal every day. There was a desperate thought, or maybe it was a wish, that with enough marks, her prayers would be heard. Her broken heart, she thought, was screaming to the heavens for him to come back. Then, he did. Like magic. Again. Yet, he was the same... Continue Reading →

Fiction? Pt II

Fiction? Pt I Timelines became blurred as her confusion mounted.  Kris had suggested she read Alice I Have Been a few months ago, and her world now felt exactly like Wonderland.  She knew how Alice must have felt in her rabbit hole.  In her mind, it did not matter when anything occurred, because her memories... Continue Reading →

Dear _____, (#9)

Dear _____, I have seen you so many times, but you never seem to notice me.  I started and stopped this letter so many times, because I don't even know who to send it to.  I see your face in my dreams, and I swear I have heard you laugh when the wind blows.  I... Continue Reading →

Dear _____, (#8)

Dear ____, I did not miss you yesterday, and I do not miss you today.  A song came on that I knew you would love, and that thought popped in my mind.  My emotions said, "I wish you were here to hear it."  I took a breath, and exhaled reality: "I don't need you to... Continue Reading →

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