The animated sky lit up again above the small, cozy coffee shop. Numerous lamps and lights turned on, stairwell lighting came on, and elevators and escalators started moving. “I think it's time for me to go,” said the blonde, blowing...

An old tinted minivan quickly pulled into the underground parking garage. No one paid any attention to this. Not the sleepy security guards at the shopping center, long accustomed to catching only petty thieves and drunken hooligans from time...

desolate desire speaks for itselflonely little feeling lingeringinside I plead with the painlet me beit hurts to the coresilence interrupted sadly causes my soul to waneif it weren't true you'd say somethingwithin the mortal storm feel so muchbut understand...