Unspoken Notion

Sitting there awake in bed, wondering where it all started. What single motion of chance caused this first breath to awaken you from the void of nonexistence. Another thought as to how this complex pattern of ideas came across from a once peaceful childhood.

Crusaders – Section 1

They always came on a Sunday afternoon. They dressed the same, spoke the same, and had the same plan. Each time, I would warn them about their actions, citing it as soliciting. But they truly thought that their mission from God superseded the laws here. I had almost had it with these people. At least… Continue reading Crusaders – Section 1