Category: Weapon
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In Order to Survive
Everyone in here has their story. Not many call us survivors. More along the lines of murderers. But when you put us all together, we need to survive at the hands of the other inmates. My story goes like this: My mother had died six weeks prior to me committing…
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Stealing Death
I’m getting tired of this… But of course I am, it’s been about two hundred fucking years and I’m still here, as expected, living forever, just as I assumed I would. It was about fifty years ago when I started to regret my master plan, it all seemed so simple;…
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In The Quietness
I’m drunk again, shit. What became of me, my hopes, my dreams, my life. This world drives me crazy, I’ve worked hard for thirty goddamn years. For thirty years of my life, I have been a good boy smiling and being polite, holding the door open, and allowing others to…
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Unblooded
Emma walks home at a steady pace hours after the study hall closes. A brush of orange paints the skyline as the sun is slowly gets dimmer. The only noise coming from her ear buds and whisking her away from the world. The man looms in the shadows and sees…
