They are simply people of various kinds confronting the ever changing world and the disappearance of the world before it. They are simply people trying to survive.
Geneve couldn’t even gasp; her breath caught in her throat. Blood splattered over her face and her eyes widened to saucers. The hands she held in her own relaxed and the Prince fell onto her frail body. She went to her knees with him in her arms as blood poured from an exit wound his chest.
What good is my love if only I can partake of it; that is, if only I can drink of its richness without the grape itself spoiling within my body?
The streetlamp went off at six this morning and a young woman was kissing her boyfriend goodbye as he headed to the bus stop.
I'll be her shadow while she turns everything to ash.. And I won't stop until she helped me get back what he took from me... Until she understands that the one with the power is her...