C Sinthe CafeLittle HouseThe harsh, bitter smell of scotch burned Veronica’s nose as she splashed shot number one into the glass in front of her. She’d bought a…Jun 27, 2017Jun 27, 2017
C SinThoughts And IdeasPoisonEverything in Milly’s life had generally been a disappointment — a series of events, mostly led by her mother, which had made her existence…Jun 23, 2017Jun 23, 2017
C SinThoughts And IdeasYoung BloodThey were at it again. It was a weekly ritual — the wild-eyed threats, the yelling, fists held high in menace. Mats was perched on the edge…Jun 20, 2017Jun 20, 2017
C SinThoughts And IdeasEmotional Ineptitude 101Feeling guilty had always been an emotion Luke could throw to the wayside, mostly believing the reasons built behind it was the cause of…Jun 19, 2017Jun 19, 2017
C SMy vocals are off, I know, but it turned out pretty good.Lyrics Written By: https://www.hitrecord.org/users/Christine_Blu Music Played By: https://www.hitrecord.org/users/andyramoneJun 18, 2017Jun 18, 2017
C Sinthe CafeHeatVoiceover and music by me, poem written by https://www.hitrecord.org/users/R-AJun 15, 2017Jun 15, 2017
C Sinthe CafeThe ArrivalThey came from above — Riders of death. Blood, sweat, and grit of the brave. Blood, sweat, and cries of the weak.Jun 15, 2017Jun 15, 2017
C Sinthe CafeHomesickThey say “home is where the heart is,” And now mine is in my stomach.Jun 15, 2017Jun 15, 2017