Retribution chapter two

I know what you’re thinking, hell it’s probably what I’m thinking. Why did I not call the police?

Retribution Chapter one

You had to adapt, evolve.

Little bird

Poem written in my head on the walk to college.

Nicknames for Aislinn

She was born a bald little lassie Long and thin and ever so pretty 6 lbs and 8 oz if memory serves me well She was slender and strong as gazelle.

End of days 7

One minute leading God's all-conquering army on the eve of the apocalypse, the next under interrogation at the local police station.

Orcelot

The night was howling, The storm was blowing, Armanian ships swept in from the sea, Orcelot ! ! A hero till the end, Orcelot, To die, too defend, His first action was to the rum maker,
Cherry

Delirious

Oops! Inspired by 'simonbarget' and his title!

Saints Of Satan Prologue

His breathing was deep, ragged, the occasional cough disturbing the cool night air with a trail of wispy smoke.

Burnt poems

Sandy feet, toes touched, bonfire warms, lack of regret, smoke in my hair. Music in our heads, lyrics up in flames, dare I ask what next, I usually be more patient,
Cherry

Harley6

more desperate goings on

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