Terry came home and went upstairs to his room after a long day at school. He threw his bag on the floor next to a shelf, it wobbled and his magic eight ball fell off and cracked, it started oozing a blue liquid. He walked over and picked up the eight ball, he had forgotten… Continue reading The Magic 8 Ball
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Another needle, another dying hope
Tattoos, piercings, a nice hairdo…what am I to do? When the holiest of thoughts just ditch you there to croak in loneliness? Am I to blame for being human and for feeling?