Conflicted

Blue Ice Cold Cutting through the skin like a knife Bubbles pouring out of my nose As I sink lower and lower I keep reaching for the light and almost make it But black tentacles snake their way upwards Low whispers About the past Slowly and sensually gripping me Trapping me in my memories They’re

The Strange Encounter

Welcome to all my new followers! I saw this and decided to write a story around it: WARNING: THIS STORY IS NOT FOR CHILDREN, PRE-TEENS OR EARLY TEENS AND POSSIBLY FOR MIDTEENS, THOUGH IT COULD BE SAFE FOR AT LEAST 15 YR OLDS. ONLY LATE TEENS AND ADULTS. REPEAT: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE