Waves crash on the dreary cliffs far below, as she sits alone. But nobody calls her anything these days. Nobody tends to her bulwarks, or patrols the grounds anymore.

A Christian serial killer kneels at the alter of a church. Not burnt, so smooth. It felt like spring coming. The perfect taste of coffee. Not too hot, but not too cold. The right kind of coffee. The only kind of right coffee. Coffee is just a detail, yes.

Something a love of mine wrote to me. Prim, proper, very religious, loving mother and wife, and accepting. Prim, proper, very religious, stubborn, old fashioned. Intelligent, modern, a loving brother and son, logical, and decisive.

Fear and loathing acrostic poem.

The little girl walked on the sidewalk alone, sniffling. Her big blonde pigtails bounced a little less than they normally did. Her head fell so low that her big red bow almost fell off. Why are they so mean to me? She asked herself. I just want to make friends. But they all call me names and push me down. Please, Can I have a friend? How was your day, sweetie? She felt so alone. She had no friends because the .