rest your head on my
chest again, weigh me down.
How you’ve grown since I last let you
rest at the edge of my bed. 174 more words
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Yesterday’s episode of The X-Files was chock full of ammunition: gun violence, police violence, child death and molestation, zealotry, mob justice and good old fashioned witchery among the major themes, “Familiar” is a modern day Salem Witch trials, complete with the infamous spontaneous human combustion that Scully has always liked to so decry. 964 more words
We are all aware that people enter our lives for a reason. The saying actually goes ‘a reason, a season or a lifetime’. This might be anyone from the random at the bus stop with the unique perspective, or the twin flame or soul mate with whom you live happily ever after. 977 more words
I woke in the morning to Milo shaking me. “Wren, wake up!”
“Wha- what’s happening?” I slurred, groggy.
Milo drew my curtains back and a weak morning sun spread over my bed, “How you can sleep through this racket is beyond me.” A piercing roar jolted me out of any sleepiness and I jumped out of bed to join Milo at the window. 562 more words