For you
my sweet angel
I have no pedestal
in a silent
cold hall.

For you
my only one
I have a throne
by my side.

A new kingdom
needs a new
and brilliant

Come with


He Has To Die

“He has to die,” said Ashlee. She scanned the little circle of girls. On a bright, warm, sunny spring afternoon they all felt a dark chill.

“What?” said Toree with a scrunched brow, looking at the others.

“Agreed,” said Sheree. She held a stern, determined look and inched closer to Ashlee. Continue reading