The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
Harrow slowly places his hands in the air and smiles broadly. “Well ain’t that a kick in the vagina,” he says allowing a nervous raspy laugh to escape his lips. “I told you I’d be standing here one day,” Nesbit says as he tightens his grip on the revolver. “I never argued that, if you …
There was a moment somewhere in between those few final beats of my heart that I regretted everything I’d done to her. That moment lost in the silence as my own mortality is laid bare before me and I come to a mind fucking realisation that my life is totally fucked up because of what …
“I have ventured through the winds of what was to stand here with you and make this ours to behold. What right do you have to dare take that away from me!” Sauviant growls through clenched teeth. He smiles broadly, and placed an open hand on the table. “When the dawn broke on the third …
“Dare thee not what you cannot achieve, only do what you must see as a beginning surrounded by the end of something else. For this is what birth requires when the destiny of you and I are not what it seems. When the scriptures that we have been guided by all our lives are nothing …
Wickedness weaves its volatile thread, twisting around and around thy throat, I beg for release, I cry for peace, but nothing but the darkness ever comes, nothing gives me peace from my burning sin, that slowly eats away at me within, what sin is this, what wickedness did I sow, does it matter, do you …
“AT LEAST HAVE THE BALLS TO LOOK AT ME WHEN YOU’RE BREAKING MY HEART YOU GUTLESS BASTARD!” Kimora screams as she slaps him across the face. He momentarily glanced to before looking back down at the glass that sits before him. “There’s no nee..” he doesn’t get to finish as she slaps him across the …
The suns rays ripped through the windows like knives cutting through cake. Hawthorn tightly closes his eyes while covering them his forearm. He feels the hot rays lash at him like a serpents tongue, each assault more volatile than the last until there is no longer pain, only the memory of what pain was. It’s …
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“Petrified rat drippings. Are you sure that’s what it was? No I’m not calling you a liar, I just find it hard to,” he bites down on his bottom lip and rolls his eyes around in their sockets while taking the phone away from his ear as he listens to the field inspectors report. “No, …
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“Savage does the beasts heart beat, but sorrowful is the echoes of its soul crying out for forgiveness. For you see children even though the beast is a vile killer of man, there lies more beneath its scared flesh. When the dawn first dropped and the beast was cursed it was not a beast, but …
“It’s called, why don’t you get the fuck out of my face,” Hamish says as he glares at Devon with hate filled eyes. Devon holds his hands in the air and laughs nervously. “I don’t see why you just couldn’t of said it was none of my business instead of being such a pig fucker. …
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