Morticia Morgendorffer

Psychology says that people's need to always be in control is most likely rooted in a traumatic experience that left them feeling helpless and vulnerable. It wasn't exactly clear when Astrid became a fastidious, OCD-stricken individual, but her strict habits, the hard-on for cleanliness, penchant for organization and order earned her the title of ‘mom’ among her friends. An observer may have called her stuck-up, she called it "portraying your soul in your surroundings, because how can your mind be at peace when your room is a mess?"    Astrid lived on the fifth floor of a lush-green, well-maintained apartment complex, surrounded by ginormous trees as far as the eye could see. She was fiercely protective of four things - her clothes, boots, books, and personal space. But there was one person who never had any trouble breaching/borrowing any of those - her roommate Dana.     Astrid was pursuing a bachelor's degree in psychology and Dana was a penulti...

Entangled and entwined fates and hands yours with mine and even though nothing appeared ordinary somehow it made perfect sense I was at the shore sojourning and contemplating on a cold night when out of nowhere I saw something a spark at first, then a short glimmer which then turned to a miniature flame And slowly, the light took a shape -  yours. And my heart - the cold little bastard which never bothered to look up to anything, looked at you and smiled. I never intended to adore you,  Never wanted to give in to you but that little asshole of my heart started to warm up to  your light . I never wanted to look at you the way I do, never wanted to kiss you the way I do. But it all changed as my hands clasped into yours and then pulled me in your warm embrace as I put my arms around your neck and danced with my feet on yours and my nose against yours and my heart, my heart close to yours the mole hiding ...