My drafts are always terrible. And I don't mean that as a statement on their quality (they are dreadful on that aspect too) but I mean how ill mannered they are.

Omitab was going to grow up to be a Martian. Trapped in his human flesh suit, he had worked 40 hour weeks for a community club for privileges to soak in their pool whenever he pleased after hours—whenever “people” weren't there.

Almost gone. I was almost gone. I could still make out the lights then. The lights of the bright white room. I was a prisoner there.

Out tumbled one heavy chain

Coffee tastes better in your tainted china cup,

As the last light leaves his eyes,

The night after our last goodbye,

Nothing can enervate him.

I used to watch the sun emerge from within the hills, its scenery still etched into my mind. That orb of rich, decadent orange resided somewhere behind the barren snowcapped giants.

Yesterday was just another day...

If my life is a collection of memories, encompassed in a bottle,

She used to pull my hand to lead me upstairs to the rooftop, the same hands that pushed the hair away from my face to get a better look through my eyes.

“I'll be in my room,” Riley repeated firmly before slamming the door shut. It took an enormous amount of energy for her to move across the room and flop onto her bed.

To believe that dreams could be reality

It’s a winter late noon,

“Tomorrow at Listennial?” I asked.

I'm Macy Oak, a lab assistant from Kanto region and I have some grave news to share with you.

“Memes started off as nothing more than relatable jokes, in the form of pictures and videos. However, it wasn't long before anything that went viral on the internet started to be considered a meme, be it a photo, an animal, or even a person.”

Sing a song today, A song about courage and sacrifice.

I must learn to make small talk, For the world goes that way,