February 1, 2015
I know love ends in death; but how did it end in pieces all over the bedroom floor?
February 8, 2015
The proof was there on the moss-covered, faded piece of marble in front of me. Though I spent last night in her arms, she died over a hundred years ago.
February 15, 2015
“I love each and every one of them. That is why I must consume them before they can consume me. Does this need more salt?” he asked as he held a spoon of stew out for me to taste.
February 22, 2015
“Love hurts. That is the old saying. I smiled as I raised the knife to plunge into his cheating heart. Oh, I intend for it to.”
The Horror Labyrinth 