Category Archives: Fiction and Stuff

Moonlight outside the windows, candlelit shadows dancing across the walls, soft music in the background, and you curled up in my arms. That’s what I’ll always remember. The smell of your hair, the feel of your skin against mine, the … Continue reading →

It was damn cold out. The biting kind of cold that tunnels through whatever layers you might be wearing and chills you to the bone. My overcoat and scarf were no match for Mother Nature. The cup of coffee I … Continue reading →