Wrapped In Me
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He squeezes his eyes tightly together while he pushes with all the strength that he has left inside his hobbled shell, as he forcefully tries for what could be the last time, to dislodge the obstruction that sits within the walls of his bowels. He grits his teeth together, hissing and spitting as the rage…
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…The green tinged water gently laps at the bath’s sides as he casually repositions his frail form for the fifth or possibly sixth time in as many minutes. An exasperated breath of air escapes Julian’s lips like a long gust of wind, that comes to an eventual stuttered end. He sucks in the next breath…
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…“Your descent into madness has clouded your judgment my lord, and that is something our cause cannot be subjected to,” Jacob hisses through tightly clenched teeth as he draws his blade and trains it upon where Luca’s crouched mass lies. “I must take control of our armies and complete what we as a people started!”…
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…Jacob tilts his head to the side, and studies the image drawn before him in the sketchbook with an almost blasé bias, grinding his teeth gently together before gripping the paper and tearing it from its binding and proceeds to screw it up haphazardly. “Does it make you feel like a god?” a raspy voice…
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…The droplets of sweat cascade down Stuart’s brow as his eyes widen, straining with terror. “A-A-Are you g-good?” he stammers, keeping his gaze firmly mixed on the small wooden statue at all times. Seconds pass into minutes without answer while the sweat grows in volume. He swallows a desperate mouthful of air and slaps his…
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…“If anyone’s swallowing anybody’s soul right now, it’s me swallowing yours!” Bobby cries as he thrusts a bloody pointed finger towards Fiona with a sneer across his face. “You do realise how ridiculous that sounds, don’t you?” she says with a bemused grin upon her pox ridden lips. “It doesn’t sound any worse than when…
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Howard wipes the cascading waves of sweat from his brow with his grease covered forearm and hisses sharply as a sea washes into his eyes. He tosses his tools to the side and grabs handfuls of his torn shirt, pressing it firmly against his face. “FUCKING idiot!” he spits aggressively, as he pulls the fabric…
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…“You don’t get to be saved! You don’t get to be absolved! You were the glue that bound the pieces together, not I!” Daniel bellows as he waves the shotgun around without care of consequence before training back on Sammy. “I never deserved your pity, WE never deserved your PITY! WE were fine without YOU!…




