ExquisiteHoror

And then the sun rose over the navy-laced mountains, the edges of light streaming to brighten and warm everything it touched. The whispers of clouds were soon chased away by the tentative fingers of light, coming through the low-lying mist. With the breaking of dawn, her fingers painting streaks of her pink blush across the azure sky, comes the soft breeze of the western wind, sweeping through the valley stained indigo with Hyacinth. As that blinding chariot rises across the sky, the flowers reach, stretch to touch what he will never touch again. Not the softness of immortal skin, hard like marble, warm to hold, the eyes that shone and beamed

Biology class allows computers. A sea of lit up screens brightens the darkened classroom; the curtains drawn, the kids in the back drooling on their desks after staying up all night playing video-games or other such time vampires. Mrs. Hughes was a plump woman, hair in a messy bob, pencil skirt wrinkled due to her aversion of ironing. She stood at the front of the class, lecturing on about the properties of bacteria, antigens, viruses, and antibiotics, and desperately trying to illicit some sort of response from her pitiful students. A lazy hand would be raised every once in a while as if to take pity on her: ‘Can I go to the bathr