Chapter 14: Take Thy Beak From Out My Heart, and Take Thy Form From Off My Door…   Sorry I haven’t written in so long. Finals are…

Chapter 13: Till The Dirges of His Hope That Melancholy Burden Bore… It was broken. Hopelessly broken. Shattered. “Oh no!” I cried. My mother’s favorite…

  Chapter 12: To the Fowl, Whose Fiery Eyes Now Burned Into My Bosom’s Core “Be still,” she told me quietly. I did as I was told…

Looking back on my old stories,  i have come to realize that they are very poorly written,  and melodramatic.     so my new quest is to fix…

    In case you havent already realized,  i'm kind of taking a hiatus.     this college stuff.   its time consuming.   but i shall write when i can.   love you all.   alyson cunnings

Chapter 11: Nothing Further Then He Uttered, Not A Feather Then He Fluttered…     When I was 10, there was nothing I wanted more than a Betty…

Chapter 10: Thrilled Me --- Filled Me With Fantastic Terrors Never Felt Before…     Some things just come naturally to us. Some things we just can’t help.…

Chapter 9: And His Eyes Have All the Seeming of a Demon’s That is Dreaming…     We all have our addictions. Whether it be drugs, attention,…

Chapter 8: Once Upon a Midnight Dreary, While I Pondered Weak and Weary…   My father is a cars salesman. A used car salesman. He lies to…

Chapter 7: As of Someone Gently Rapping, Rapping at My Chamber Door…   I’ve spent many a time in my room as a child. I guess you…

Chapter 6: Whether Temper Sent, or Whether Tempest Tossed Thee Ashore…   When I was 12, Purdita and I had a really big fight. She had…

Chapter 5: Doubting, Dreaming Dreams No Mortals Ever Dared to Dream Before…   To be perfectly honest, I’ve never really had a boyfriend before. And to be…