Withered Rose, Day 44, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Withering cries tunnel through a path blocked by a vortex of hateful words.If you try passing it by,You will get swallowed,Spiraling out of control until you land on a patch of loveless dirt.Dirt where every sprouting seed dies before reaching its exit… Is death the only option?Is there any point in turning back to any... Continue Reading →

A Vigilante Reborn

A vigilante I became when teetering on the precipice of death.When surrounded by lawlessness,I've gone on a quest to enforce it regardless of what is said.About a warrior born within a soul withering from cowardice put to rest,The second I realized how,Alone I was in a room full of mortals I saw as mere pantomimes…... Continue Reading →

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