Twisted Roads Of Madness
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Reginald places his hands against his forehead and stares wide eyed at the ground, the overwhelming stress of the situation finally taking its toll on him. “You could always lead those who are not sick back through the city. No one will care about the fact you originally led everyone on this suicidal journey,” Lincoln…
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“A pretty thing like you shouldn’t keep yourself locked away like a prisoner, you should be flaunting yourself to the world around you like the hot little number you are,” Silas hisses through his clenched teeth, a broad intimidating smile across his face. Samantha smiles nervously, her hand desperately trying to grip the wall behind…
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She smiles awkwardly, in the way you would if you were trying to be sarcastic. But unfortunately, she doesn’t have the comprehension to understand that level of interaction. “I am only here to please,” she says. He laughs nervously as he pushes himself further into the couch away from her. “I-I-I-I think the please can…
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One year ago today, The Roundhead truly began, the fist post of its 7 day story arc still holds the biggest hit my blog ever achieved. Now today, well, more like yesterday by the time this is actually posted. The Roundhead has once again graced October with its presence, this time, in a more complete…
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Happy almost Friday the 13 my fiends! Firstly I want to start off saying it’s been three/four days since my last post. It may seem like nothing to some, but I have, even after my three hundred and sixty-five day challenge finished, attempted to at least post something each day. Now if you’re keeping count…














