The Life and Times of Max

This is written by one of my dearest friends, a very sweet girl named Carey. Show her some love. ********************* Nobody spoke to the little figure, lying in his own private room, at the end of the ward. He was a cute kid – or had been, in some other lifetime. A solemn, serious looking… Continue reading The Life and Times of Max

A little bit of a darkened past

As I stood there, the cold metal of the gun barrel held out in front of me, I glanced along my outstretched arm. My bloodshot, tearstained eyes came to rest on my target.

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Hush

Hush little baby, don’t say a word. Try to forget all the things you have heard.

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City Of Dark Angels

I took a moment to survey my surroundings. The City Of Angels … Angels of Death perhaps ?

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