QueenAreTheBeshtest

It was pathetic really. An author, she liked to call herself. A writer with only two stories and a drabble under her belt. It had been so long since she'd typed for anything other than a roleplay, so long since she'd even thought about Bereavement and Circumstance. Some people might have said it was a shame, that she used to write so much, once upon a time. Was it her ault that her thoughts had become too complex, too rich, too beautiful for her stubborn fingers and clumsy words? The writer's block had long gone, replaced only by a total disdain for all she typed. But maybe it was time to screw what she thought for once. If others liked i

Freezing He’d been overworked, stressing, trying to finish a horrible essay for his university course. He’d survived the past week on coffee, cigarettes, and take-away Chinese, when he remembered to eat. He felt exhausted (no sleep had the odd tendency to do that), light-headed, a bit dizzy, but happy nonetheless. Christmas break had officially started today, and snowflakes had already begun falling. John was tired, but the want of being in bed was stronger, so he began running. Terrible mistake. The cold, the sleepless nights and the sudden exercise, it was too much. His eyes swum, the ground rushing up to meet him. John collapsed