Sometimes people ask me when I knew there was something different about me. Well, maybe not in so many words, but I know exactly what they mean. The thing is, I don't remember ever not knowing. I felt fine with that, since everyone sucked. Smart-assed prissy pants who never cared about anything other than their own… Continue reading #writingdaily | Jasper
I met someone like me once - a human who doesn't die - and discovered a missing part of my life's story. Up until the morning I stumbled upon her in that crumbling and gutted house, I thought I was cursed. But she helped me hear the still, small voice and finally understand. She opened… Continue reading #writingdaily | once
Fear has always been the scent that I enjoyed most. It’s complex, like a well-aged red wine. Fear is in the blood; a syrup for the senses. When the blood is stirred, the fear rises up in a scent of mercurial, crimson decadence. It is such sweetness. When left to settle, the rouge settles back… Continue reading #writingdaily | feast
Angel Breath 