Okay, so I'm running out of inspiration for my other stories, and so I started writing little drabbles to see if just writing would help. So this isn't going to be a serious story that gets regular updates (then again none of my stories are really updated regularly), but more of a collection of random drabbles written out of writers block and frustration that I deem worthy of being published.


She had been brought in to positively identify her after the ME had cleaned her up, but the detectives on her case had shown her the crime scene photos to see if she recognized anything in them. She'd nearly thrown up at the sight of her friend lying in the alley, covered in her own blood.

Natara hadn't slept at all last night. How could she, after what the police had told her? How could she sleep when Jasmine, her best friend and roommate, was dead? When all she could see when she closed her eyes was Jasmine's body? When all she could hear was the absence of her breathing? When the cramped dorm room suddenly felt too big?