where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
I've travelled far, across these lands in search of something, trying to find that one thing, that something, you all have, that something that keeps you where you are, stops you from traveling, stops you from, yourself. Cold, warm, wet, wild, I've seen it all, and more, beauty and ugliness, hate and love, but, I've …
The TV screen flickers to life, and an awkward middle aged man in a grey suite stares from the other side, smilingly faintly before adjusting himself in his seat, "Welcome back, this is Monger, and I, am James Mercado, tonight we are joined by reality TV star and icon, Patrick Templer," he says, as the …
They stand there, the two of them, both poised ready to strike the other, their eyes locked, frozen in time. "Fascinating," a woman says, as she walks out of the shadows, looking over the two statue like men. "What did you call it again, staggering?" "Yes, staggering, when time locks in on itself, and creates …
"Below, it runs, in the depths, waiting for a new victim, waiting, for its next feast, but, we will not allow it, we, WE WILL NOT IGNORE IT, WE WILL STRIKE, AND, WE WILL KILL IT!" The wild eyed preacher yells, throwing his hands in the air, as thunder cracks behind him, followed moments later …
"Simplistic little fucker, aren't you?" She says, looking down at the quivering, bloody man who crouches at her feet. "P-P-Please, Fiona, I meant no harm, I am but...." "YOU ARE BUT NOTHING!" Fiona yells, cutting him off as she drives a boot to the side of his head, knocking him over onto his side. "When …
"Scandalous!" He shouts at the small room of people, they all look at the ground in shame, their faces red, one man shuffles his feet clumsily into the ground, and bits down on his lip, as he mumbles to himself, suddenly he feels a shadow cast down upon him, and he feel something drive into …
Spin me round, she said, show me heaven, she added, this night was going to be a whole new ball game to what I've experienced in the past, I knew that, but, what I didn't know, what I failed to realise, is all these words she used, all this feeling she'd woven through every word …
"It's not that I don't care, so, don't get me wrong, I mean, I do, I really fucking do, but, well, I have to do this for me," he says, staring at his reflection in the mirror, he turns to a young, blonde, blue eyed girl who is sitting on the bed behind him, and …
"It's not like that, I swear," he says to her, as the tears run down his cheeks. "Bullshit, if it's not like that, then why are we even having this conversation?" "What? You're the one with the overactive imagination, attacking me with you're far out ideas, crazy stories, and fact-less accusations, that's why we're having …
"You have to trust me," he says, as he stares into her hopeless eyes, she nods her head, biting into her lip as she does. "With everything I have," she says. He smiles, "Good, because, what we're about to do, requires you to do exactly what I say, when I say it. You can't stop …
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