There is a reason for rules. We have them to break them. To see who is worthy of breaking them.
But do we listen to the good, little floating halo on our right. Or the fun little red pitch fork on our left.
Things happen
And well . . . I tried to be good, but I got bored.
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Forever Free
Short StoryThe shadows never fade, always lurking in the depths. Surrounding, closing in. Suffocating from the inside out. Releasing the voices cackling underneath. Trapped in utter darkness no light can penetrate. It's always eerily quiet. Constantly...
