Interlopers "What was that?" Has always been, and will continue to be, a phrase that sends shivers down my spine. That simple phrase can mean a wide array of things. It could mean "Did you hear that?", or "I'm sorry, what did you say?", or "Did you just insult me?". So when Ailis whispered that short sentence to me, I was immediately put on edge.Interlopers by ~XpressedcloverX
Ailis was a quiet girl, so it wasn't the volume of her voice that frightened me, but the uncertainty. I froze where I had been standing in the kitchen and strained my ears to listen. At first, there was silence, but after a moment I too could hear the rattling of the front door's knob. My breathing hitched, but
The Patron You're beautiful. You always have been. From the moment I met you I knew that I would love you, and there would be nothing I could do about it. When you fall, it's hard to get back up.The Patron by ~XpressedcloverX
Times were much harder then. You had just moved here at the ripe age of-what? Fifteen? Sixteen? All the way from Ireland you came, your sweet accent alluring enough on it's own. The soft raven curls, wide violet eyes, rosy cheeks, and your porcelain skin happened to be just a benifiting factor. I fell for you immediately, and honestly didn't want to. Someone like you would be too much trouble, too much of a hassle, and it was not something I was willing to dea
Addiction I'm addicted.Addiction by ~XpressedcloverX
Without it I feel empty
I cannot breathe, I cannot think
I cannot fly.
With it I soar.
My mind runs, my lungs fill with air.
I feel anxious
How long will it be until I feel the rush again?
Will I lose my touch?
If that happened I think I may die
It was so hard to attain
The rush, the thrill
They are everything
It's what I live for- but not too much.
Too much of a thrill is terrifying,
The rush could be dangerous.
My addiction is a sufficant amount of both.
It causes me to feel superior.
It puts me on top of the world.
I control the lightning and the thunder.
I become a god- or a dog,
It depends how everyth
Fearing the Unknown Surely it wasn't everyday that sitting in a library, filling out the simplest upper-level homework that had ever been assigned, could turn into a life altering event, but this was not an average day. At eleven at night, there was a die-hard crowd of students gathered in the lobby of the library, all recognizable as either honors students or hard workers. I'd seen every one of these faces in the study rooms and around campus; on particularly good nights when all the work was finished, we would even chat with each other. It wasn't accurate to deem us friends, but we were well-enough acquainted that we were reasonably comfortable with studying iFearing the Unknown by ~millenniumthief
s. I would really appreciate it if you could look through my gallery sometime. 
Sta.sh
