The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
"How many times do I need to tell you?How many different ways can I explain it?" He says, slumping back into the chair, letting out a breath of exhausted air from his lungs. "Until I understand," she says. "Look lady," he says as a nervous smile comes on his face. Find the extended version in …
I'm left with ten MEASLY grand and nothing else? My wife left me after eight years of putting up with my work habits, we tried to make it work, but, THEY needed me, THEY couldn't make things happen without me, and now, THEY tell me it's over, BULLSHIT IT'S OVER! Find the extended version in …
"No, not like you have, I've had family members die, naturally but not, not in the way you lost yours." "There's nothing natural about death woman, it's the most unnatural thing we as humans face, we live with the constant fear of death, letting it control every thing we are." Find the extended version in …
We laughed constantly, we fucked like rabbits, I knew I loved her instantly. But the clouds moved in quick, I saw something else, something I'd never seen, and then came the welts. At first they were itchy, then they began to ache, painful, and then my skin started to flake. Find the extended version in …
"I told you one day if you ever came back here I'd send you to hell," he hisses as he withdraws the blade and collapse beside it, he winces in pain casting a glace down at his side where a large gash pulsates ferociously from where the monsters claws struck. Find the extended version in …
"HOW DARE YOU!" "HOW DARE I? HOW DARE YOU!" He yells, jumping to his feet, "When this started out, when this was nothing, only I stood here, I built this, I put in the time, the effort, and now, you want to take it away from me, just like that!" Find the extended version in …
"For the brightness of your light is salvation," he says as he kisses her passionately, squeezing her close. She tries to squirm out of his arms, to push him away, but he is too strong for her. Eventually he releases his grip and she tumbles backwards, crashing to the ground. Find the extended version in …
"Gutter trash always seem to have something more to say. Denial maybe, obscenities even. But you, you have none of these. Yet you still stole my work and called it your own, did you not?" He says as he gently runs the knifes blade across both sides of Wesley's face. Find the extended version in …
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