Perfection's Glass Graveyard

Tomorrow's stories in dying dreams

Race Against Time unboxing!

Slowly making progress and completing all the projects I set myself out to do! Here's another one! An unboxing video of a themed subscription box from a lovely local Malaysian startup! I tried not to show much of my face... Continue Reading →


Full of Dead Pretty Things

Its nice to fall back on things I can do with my hands instead of using my head all the time. Some seashells my dad randomly brought back for me while on a trip, pressed Sweet William flowers from a... Continue Reading →


It’s not something people would want to say “Oh, I have that too!” for any sort of sane reason. Its something I kept downplaying because, really, why? I’m not a better writer, poet, human being for having it. It might... Continue Reading →

A partnership confirmed

Elouise frowned, feeling the taste mulch over her tongue and spat out what she previously assumed to be a pear. "Montoya!" Hugh reeled from his perch in disgust. "This tastes BAD," she held out the remainder or the fruit towards... Continue Reading →

A little confession.

"I'm sorry ... for ever thinking of leaving you," my voice came out hoarse and more forced than I would have liked. His movements slowed, and the clink of dry cups on the windowsill became softer. He rummaged around in... Continue Reading →

One step forward, three steps back.

It has happened. I am now slightly terrified of all this, simply because I am out of practice. Which means I am at the point where I will never be as good as some of the things I myself have... Continue Reading →

Chester Bennington. ENDED.

I use Linkin Park songs to write for Halcyon and some other characters. I didn't need to zoom in onto the lyrics to write emotionally wrecked scenes because that's what their music did, and knowing exactly what the lyrics were... Continue Reading →

Shine a light

The lantern tethered to the crook of her staff shone blue light, a warning sign of dark magic. But what has been done had been done, and the glow was feeding off only on the remnant haze. The many strewn... Continue Reading →

The trauma of living

I stared back down at the hot coffee in front of me. The morning sun streaming through the kitchen windows illuminated the steam wisps rising off, and my reflection faintly stared back. Birds sang outside the window, hunting for the... Continue Reading →

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