The tides push forward, receding, and then back again. Like an eternal flow they carry on: powerful, majestic, peaceful with an evil smirk on its face. Two years ago my last touch with humanity was snatched so viciously away; pulled from my feeble grasps of despair. I console myself with this journal, the last to… Continue reading wasted effort (classic end of the world scenario)
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Dark Sk8er Chapter 3
I woke to a start only to find that she had gone from my arms. I looked at my watch it was 9:30am. I looked and tried to remember where I was. I smelled something cooking. I yawned and rested my head on the sofa. Taylor walked in with a bacon sandwich (the only way… Continue reading Dark Sk8er Chapter 3