Writing

A poem about revenge.

This bed is my prison, I’m as good as locked in by the threat of dying, but it doesn’t mean that it has to be yours.

Awaking, the way the sun shone into her small den signaled that it was well past sun-high and into the evening. With a full belly..

In a corrupt world where everyone is anonymous, one man rises to bring order.

In a corrupt world where everyone is anonymous, one man rises to bring order.

Previously in "Anonymous": The man dreamed up a plan for his speech at the Circle..

Previously in "Anonymous": The man made his speech at the circle and gained a lot of fear, power, and praise in return..

Chapter IV Beatrice was slowly shuffling on the streets with the wife, clutching at the thick stitches near her shoulder. As they slowly progres..

Chapter V Patrick was running across the moors towards the church, taking in each breath as if he just resurfaced from underwater and letting it ..

Is Judy Braxton's daughter?

A vicar has his moment of lust cut very short...

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