Baylo felt a hand stroke his cheek. He opened his eyes and saw a dark figure over him, tattered, dirty, and monstrous. Its hair, if one could even call it that, covered its entire face. He could smell the stench emanating from the thousand years of rot. Baylo began to whimper as his body shook. …
It had never started out as a sham. The visions had been an accident, living dreams that had been made mistakes the moment he had spoken of them to his parents. They had sold him to the Sovereign, before the Sovereign had been known as that and had only been a tall, handsome, ambitious young …
“There not be more I can do?” asked the young whore as she caressed Bron’s bandaged hand. She must have never had a broken bone in her life or she would have known how painful what she was doing was, but he let her anyway. She was sweet to try and care for him, clean …
Bron let the rag slip over his head, soaking up the sweat that had beaded over his wrinkly skin. He picked up his pants from over the chair as he walked toward the open window. He found himself putting off covering himself as he let the cool air flow over his genitals. He looked out …
They say brave men are those who act in spite of fear. The others, the ones that act without it, are just stupid, and yet, both these types of men are what the world wants. Darvin was neither type of man. He was a man who had done plenty to appear brave in the eyes …
Dead weight is always hardest to carry, and I was carrying years of it. It’s always hard pushing yourself forward when there seems to be no reason for it, but when that is all you know, it becomes like second nature. You create all these pointless goals that never really mean shit, but you don’t realize they are pointless until you reach them. And that’s what I…
I’ve never understood why luck has always been so bad to me. I’m a good person, I pay my taxes. I treat people with respect, even when I know they don’t deserve it. It’s as if luck has it out for me just because the big man J.C. decided to gift me with the looks …