"I'm going to kill that bastard! Who does he think he is? My father? I don't fucking need a babysitter! Where's Alex?" The guy hired to babysit me by the "king of assholes" himself, looked at me like I was crazy. Hell yes, I was! Crazily mad! I felt insulted! I was not two years old anymore! Even when I was eight, I knew how to take care of myself... But th...
Alex I've never been happy, my life was just like me: shitty. I am one of those smart people who against the odd end up being losers with shitty job. Or in my case: dangerous job. Everybody thought I was going to be a successful businessman, a lawyer or a doctor. I could have been. But fate decided against it, so now here I was: a professional killer, whose...
"You got it?" Sanchez asks after a long drag on his Marlboro. His name's an affectation: he's lily white. He's Mom's sweet boy, cleans his room, does his own laundry, kisses her goodbye, sells joints and pills to highschoolers on Saturday night, then goes to Church on Sunday pretending to be sinless as starched white sheets. Typical American shyster. S...
Folsom heard some muffled discussion from the other side of the door between his cramped, dark prison and the back panel on the closet in Roman's cabin and then some rustling around in the cabin followed by the slamming of the cabin door and then . . . silence . . . for the longest time. A good thing he wasn't claustrophobic, Folsom was thinking. And then t...
If you read this chapter before 3/13/17 I posted the incorrect draft and this is real one. Sorry about the confusion. Enjoy! *******************Aiden******************* I left the castle about two hours after Myr had left the feast. I was saying my farewells and hob-nobbing with the nobles that had shown up as I made my way out of the Great Hall. Thankfull...
Ethan My life hasn't been easy. I've always been afraid. Of everything. Afraid to take a risk. Afraid of relationships and of failure. And God did I fail. I admit it. I didn't fail to save those people. Yet. I remembered my dad told me "real men don't cry". Maybe I'm not a real man after all. Have you ever felt so empty, so broken that no matter if you wa...
Timmy and I became friends in right when we were about to graduate high school. Timmy was a "popular" kid, and I wasn't. He was athletic and great looking, and I was a long haired, funny-looking smart kid. After graduation, we were hanging out all the time smoking pot together. Timmy had a weird habit of whipping his dick out all the time. It was obvious h...
The wind ran like there was no tomorrow. It seems to be afraid of something. Tonight was a dark night. It was even darker then the devil himself. Did the wind really think it could run away from the dark? Half of the wind stop, but the other half continues. "I can't go on anymore. You must run, Clay. Go on without me please," Gavin stopped to catch his brea...
“No fucking way.” Alec’s voice mirrored the group’s shock. “I saw you in the water at the falls. You were dead. There wasn’t any heartbeat.” Paige stood before them obviously alive and well. She smiled at the group as she pulled a box towards them to sit on. She dusted it off with her hand and majestically sat down on it. It was almost like watching a queen...
Hi everyone please please please please leave your comments and please please please leave votes- the comments would be useful as i do plan on continuing the story but i need some ideas if you guys don't mind sharing thanks a bunch and enjoy- oh this story is also linked with a poem that is awaiting approval and with other poems i plan to list on the website...