Fake blood turns me on. I love watching it drip downwards, deep red, thick and fresh, like liquefied rubies muddying a pristine river. Blood gleaming on my skin, on your skin, under the gauze bandages, the stab wounds eating away at young flesh, a slow and inconvenient way to die.

Monday, Oct 8th, I won’t forget you. Traffic was burgeoning, parking was scarce, and the emerald outdoors was calling my name. Summer’s passage was long gone and I was left to scour the recesses of my closet to rediscover my sweaters from last fall — and then you came along and [...]

Coming into ownership of a new accessory tends to stir up a sense of excitement in all good shoppers. This is why so many women are always on the look out for the next it-bag of the season. A handbag can cost anywhere from about $10 up [...]