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My stories

Get Lost

I got lost today, Following the treaden path. The footprints pressed into the earth and the smell of a day’s birth. The wind was a roar and it rushed through my ears.

Cigarette, Chapter 5

“Tell me about your mother.” “Not much to tell, blonde hair, blue eyes, had a mole on her nose.”
Cherry

Cigarette, Chapter 4

“Why are you standing out here in the rain Jimmy?” I was just leaving work for my lunch break, hoping for some peace away from my stupid boss, who still hung around like a bad smell insisting I ge

Sin

She is like a ghost, a bloated corpse of dead days, With her multitudes writing and grinding, as the Curses of their god rain on their heads. An orgy of ignorance, wrapped up in lies

Sir Trevaricus 3: There and Jack Daniels Again

I have never wished more than I could drink and drive. Trevor won’t stop singing songs in some sort of stupid language that sounds like he’s strangling himself.

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