The real zombie-apocalypse is the pandemic of drama and mediocrity.

Come with me.””Come with you? To Pandemonium? To the Void? And here I thought that my invitation to summer in New Jersey was the worst I had ever received.

You presume to name those who have no name. We are pandemonium and disaster. We are the dancing, gibbering horror of the world.

Where everyone wants to be a leader, it makes one a follower to want to be a leader, and a leader to know what to follow.

Because I think you’re right. You can make a difference.” He told me experiences were kind of like fate, and fate usually came in the form of a test. He told me fate liked to...

Love, the deadliest of all deadly things. It kills you.Alex.When you have it.Alex.And when you don’t.Alex.

Alex loved books. He was the one who first introduced me to poetry. That’s another reason I can’t read anymore.