BreatheDeeply

Chapter 1: Darcie It was the dark of the moon, one of the most dangerous nights to be out walking the streets. Apo A. Tamkin, with his official title of Boogeyman, stamped confidently through the neighborhoods, his aged work boots echoing terribly throughout quiet suburbia. Apo’s saucer-like, manila eyes barely shown through the matting that was his mangled, tangled, greasy, dark hair. His wrinkled, graying skin boasted centuries of decay and despair; he was especially proud of it. His pointed, yellowed teeth almost always glistened in a malicious smile, a smile that was printed for posterity on his calling card. As he walked, Apo br

 When I smile, what a wonderful life Me oh my, what a wonderful life Oh, to die for such a wonderful life    -Tomas Kalnoky Failing, flailing generation Comes alive for Keasbey nights With the misunderstanding Affluent kids Who aren't young, or dumb, or in love, so they're done. And the days, And the days, They seem like forever. Jersey punk, Always trying. Sun-sized ego exclaims: "No posers welcome!" But accepts liars and just those that don't believe in nothin' Yet says nothing. Is never "Understood." What do you believe in? Can I have a wonderful life? Somewhere in the Between Was your life really so bad? A wet

The stable was dusty, but had more cobwebs than dirt. A forgotten charlie horse was in the corner, but it was more of a shadow than a being. The outline of where he had stood still shone on the wall, but more glistened than shone. His neigh had been overpowering, but more musical than worldly. Those were the days, but more moments than anything.