I'd rather be a Gloam than any other shadow. Like most things and people, they are only disliked because they are misunderstood. They keep to themselves and are brave enough to roam in the most ...

Rain pooled at Edward’s feet, filling the dips and crevices of one of the last remaining cobble stone roads in New York City. His sat...

        The click of his heels against the marble broke through the bank's stale air with a crispness that Analee awoke to immediately. The clarity of her visi...

        I like the way silence numbs my soul. Cold water awakening my senses, sharpening them. Yet, something inside of me dies all the same. Bit by bit silenc...

the shadow grew tired of following at the heels of humans. so one day he ran away. but once alone, he found himself lost. if he is no longer following someone, then he must not be a shadow anymo...