Parched by the winds that blow in from the east, our mage stands tall in the regret that haunts him from the past full moons shine. It was that merchant that he still remembers and the look on her face when he professed his oracle’s curse upon her voyage that she has long past made due generations ago. Her heart was so set that he felt it wiser to keep his mouth shut, but that which rose inside of...
Joe never thought that he would ever be in such a odd situation. Since I have been narrorating my little wierd creation, I don’t seem to remember him telling his grade three class on “Carrer Aspriations Day” that he was super psyched to ever find himself blindfolded, bond at his hands and feet, while hanging upsidedown in his uncle’s warehouse on the docks. He is a strange charachter in this littl...
I fucking hate this game. We just started playing it; I don’t understand it, and it just… it just sucks. I'm not too fond of it. I wonder what the hell I ate to make my stomach rumble like this.
I think Kyo told me that it was called Go, or Yogo, or Goyo. Some shit like that. I believe that the only reason he likes it is that he is the only person outside of Asia that knows how to play it. He ga...
Jerry walked down the misty and almost forgotten path on his way back from Devin’s house with his hands deep in pockets of his hoodie while still realing from the night before. More accuratly, form just an hour ago.
“It’s pretty late in the morning-night.” he and his friends would say when recognizing that it would be four in the morning as opposed to six in the evening when the drinking would s...
It was the first cry
That brought me to my knees;
That brought that wonder
Back into my heart
And longing for a better life
For she that cried for the comfort
That she was used to for nine months.
It was the first nap
That helped me understand true peace;
That helped me see true serenity.
Though she knew not who I was,
She understood why I was here
Before I could give myself any credit
For an...
A cell phone rings underneath the fresh air suit of the recruit, Kenny, to which he responds with a sigh and an educated guess on where the ignore button he is more than happy to press.
“Claire can figure it all out on her own. She’s a grown-ass woman.” Kenny thinks to himself, knowing the tight time frame that is set for the job today. He doesn't have time for this; no one has time for anything...
This is about as fucked as it could get. I never asked for this, but I should have seen it coming, but when you look at the world through rose-colored glasses, the red flags look like flags.
John struggles against the current of the river that was never known to be still and calm. With each stroke of the ore, it kicks it back to tell him that this is all futile, to assure him of the painful deat...
