My Dreams While I Sleep

Hell Games

The sky was black. And the ocean was black. And I was surfing among the waves. Then I looked over, there was a guy on the boardwalk with a ponytail like a short and skinny palm tree on the top of his half-shaved head. We were the only ones near the water. That's probably why… Continue reading Hell Games

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My Poetry, Short Stories

Death and Decaying.

First, she lost the waves of strawberry blonde that ended at her waist. Then she lost her mouthwatering skin, a bright and throbbing red like a bed of ripe and ready strawberries in a strawberry field. She used to have a tasty, round figure that everyone would drool over, but now she’s dry, with off-black… Continue reading Death and Decaying.

My Opinions

Santa Claus Sounds Like a Rapist…

Happy Holidays! Now that I got the happy part out of the way, time for the bleak stuff…I never thought about this until now, but the idea of Santa is peculiar. And, he kind of sounds like a rapist.   He sees you when you're sleeping. He knows when you're awake! He knows when you've… Continue reading Santa Claus Sounds Like a Rapist…