Ghost Of A Chance

I need your love so badly I love you oh, so madly But I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you He was playing it again. Tenor sax melting through the ceiling. Irresistible. Fatal if she let it. Tori had bought earplugs. Cotton wool. She had convinced Mrs. Wong from the Chinese Noodle... Continue Reading →

Falling Slowly

There were days when she couldn't stand it. The being alone. Ivy was solitary by nature, she liked her own company, but sometimes she just wished there was someone she could turn to in the evenings when the nights were getting colder; someone to keep the black shadows from sliding under the doors. People at... Continue Reading →

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