A wordsmith of sorts.
What do you imagine, When you’re on your own, needing a distraction, seeking the unknown? I'll tell you what I see, keep it just with you,
Her bedside table hadn’t been touched in almost eight years, the dust that had settled against her belongings was almost as thick as the lump that had formed in his throat every day that she wasn’t there. The book she had yet to have finished, the bookmark he had constructed for her out of an old magazine and some tape peeked out from three quarters down from the first page. It was a tattered old thing, but it was one that she had found at the bookstore down the street, it had once belonged to an old man during the war, his wife having found it at the bottom of a box full of his things. Because it was something he loved so much, she couldn’t bear to throw it away.
Pink Peonies & Rocket Fuel
Birdie had known of Tim’s womanising ways for most of their high school life, and going into their senior year, she tried her absolute hardest to ignore him and endeavoured to never conversing or being in the same room as him. No matter the circumstances. But, he seemed to catch on to her master plan, and every class that she attended, he was there, sitting next to the only vacant space she could occupy at the desk.
Batman: Arkham Knight An Essay
Okay, I know what you’re thinking, “are you serious? Another essay about Arkham Knight? Aren’t you just beating a dead horse to complete and utter decomposition?” And you’d be right in thinking that. You see, Arkham Knight has been analyzed beyond death by avid lovers of the Arkham series, and I know this better than anyone, cause I’ve read, almost all of them.