Projects
This a collection of writings under the Never True Love Brand
Project name 01 Outcasts
"I felt my soul slip. It slips piece by piece even now, almost like its breaking. At a very young age, I felt an attraction to the darkness. I didn't know it was dark nor that it could exist, but when it held on to me, I didn't let go. I wanted to understand what it was. So, if this love is forbidden, then I must ask why our fates were intertwined? You were once an angel even though you felled. I am an angel, but I have known all my sins. Let us be as two sinners do and repent together."
The angel said as she danced with the devil. Their dance was led by a waltz which the devil leads her on so that they could make a deal.
Project name 02 Cradles Urban Fantasy Horror
Then he was jolting up in bed, flailing as a scream strangled his throat and tears were streaming down his face. The darkness was still there, filling his vision, filling his soul, the silence of his house still lingered as the man turned on the lights. The man wakes up on the day that was expected to be his daughter’s birthday had she been born and not torn away from her mother’s stomach by an envious neighbor. The home was silent not of peace but of mourning.
In the corner of the room was a crib that had never been slept in and never will.
Project name 03 Urban Fantasy
No one truly knew anyone’s face on the train. Everyone around them was background noise that they blocked out with their own music, their own escapism. The most curious passenger was the one who had a face that couldn’t be seen.