Melancholia of The Drunk

Tonight, I had the longest night, I was slowly dying, Around me everyone slept with no clothes, I was the only one trembling, Sweating, my head was thudding. Then I saw my best friend, He came floating in the dark, Like he was a knight, I was in pain, Tears fell my cheeks as I… Read more

No one ever thought that her story would be this big. (Chuckles) It’s crazy. I know and I don’t mean to demean her in anyway, but it was that kind of a story that could bore you to death. It was that kind that the editor could easily fold then use it to scrap the… Read more

The guy who went to save her from being raped got murdered. He had heard of her screams behind the closed doors, so he called for back up to break open the door. When they did, the guys he came with, found out that it was their friend that was stuck inside the room with… Read more

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Sometimes, when I sit alone in the dark, I reminisce of you in a strange melancholia that leaves my whiskey glass untouched. Especially when you got sick and fever gripped your soul. You shuddered as heavy sweat trickled your veins, leaving your cloth seeming to have been soaked in water. I lay beside you with… Read more