Iora had always had an active imagination, so when she came home one late evening, breathless, with fear darkening her eyes, nobody paid the incident any attention. She desperately tried to tell someone, anyone, what she saw, what she felt, but no one believed her. No one would listen. Her friends, her family, no one thought it was anything out of the ordinary.
What, for it could not possibly be a who, Iora saw, she was unable to explain. The thing, it felt so wrong, as if its very existence plagued everything good and pure. Iora could sense it, creeping behind her, waiting to drag her down and destroy every shred of happiness she’d ev
Iora had always had an active imagination, so when she came home one late evening, breathless, with fear darkening her eyes, nobody paid the incident any attention. She desperately tried to tell someone, anyone, what she saw, what she felt, but no one believed her. No one would listen. Her friends, her family, no one thought it was anything out of the ordinary.
What, for it could not possibly be a who, Iora saw, she was unable to explain. The thing, it felt so wrong, as if its very existence plagued everything good and pure. Iora could sense it, creeping behind her, waiting to drag her down and destroy every shred of happiness she’d ev
Yeah, I wish that I lived in the Bahamas. Not really a wintry type of person, as I love color, and winter just sort of makes me close up and want to hide.
Favourite Visual Artist
Various
Favourite Movies
Sisterhood of night
Favourite TV Shows
Winx Club (only seasons one-four) and Mlpfim
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Loreena Mckennitt, Daniel Jang, Yiruma, Tyrone Wells
Favourite Books
Harry Potter, Hikikomori and the Rental Sister, and any that open up my eyes to a new point of view
A Lack of Understanding
I pulled open my eyes, cringing as the bright light of the sun pierced them. My head throbbed as I lifted my body to to view the unfamiliar surroundings.
Gritty sand crunched beneath my butt, and and I held onto it, trying to gain strength to stand. The salt-soaked island breeze smelled of a fish’s rotting corpse, and butterflies began multiplying within my gut. Though I tried to deny it, I knew an evil watched me, hungering for that which I did not care to understand.
Soon, I heard somebody, or something, shuffling around behind me. I turned around to defend myself, but it was too late. A glimpse of