most of these posts are one draft fiction. don't like? move on.
Time is cruel.
Time is cruel.
Kisra spoke with the tone of a teacher checking in on a student's classwork. The answer was yes. The memories of her predecessors were all she had been concerning herself with for months.
Clear was troubled by the actions of the Fourth.
Kisra spoke with the tone of a teacher checking in on a student's classwork. The answer was yes. The memories of her predecessors were all she had been concerning herself with for months.
Clear was troubled by the actions of the Fourth.
I just don't think I have the trust left after her to do a subservient rebuild.
I just don't think I have the trust left after her to do a subservient rebuild.
i mean im not judging what's coming through necessarily lol
just dont like it on several points
i mean im not judging what's coming through necessarily lol
just dont like it on several points
Nah honey.
Nah honey.
Especially with the gift of hindsight.
Especially with the gift of hindsight.
Accept that it turned out that who does it and what they are as defined by abstract categorization is absolutely meaningless. The machine that eats people never cared.
Accept that it turned out that who does it and what they are as defined by abstract categorization is absolutely meaningless. The machine that eats people never cared.
Need a nice quiet, clean, dark place to talk. Maybe under a nice tree.
Need a nice quiet, clean, dark place to talk. Maybe under a nice tree.
The roadkill speaks in poems through ads and through campaigns
The warden has his rifle, the sniper's like an owl
Im hiding in the tall grass with God and Vernon Howell 🎶
The roadkill speaks in poems through ads and through campaigns
The warden has his rifle, the sniper's like an owl
Im hiding in the tall grass with God and Vernon Howell 🎶