Clawed hands reached out towards him, the figure shrouded in black smoke. Angelo’s gloves were already glowing blue. His eyes gleamed the same blue, almost illuminating the room around him. Continue reading “Fight or Flight”
“Preserve your memories, keep them well, what you forget you can never retell.”
-Louisa May Alcott on the benefits of a journal.
Dreading sleep again. Continue reading “Writer’s Block and Challenging Myself”
Chains bound to his wrists clinked as he shook with rage on his knees.
“All you need to do is give me the names,” another man said coolly as he peered through the scope of his rifle. Which was now purposely pointed out the smashed window. Continue reading “A Bullet”
Sweat seemed to be flowing over his skin, his breathing getting heavier with each shovel of soil. His mind was racing, unable to focus on a moment of memory for more than a second. Continue reading “Dirt”