Writing from the islands, where the serenity can either be on the surface or deeply rooted in your soul, all depending on where you are and what you find yourself doing. Brandishing a pen as a sword, writing a version of history with the bloody ink from the long battles with mental challenges and the enormity of life itself.
Perhaps this makes sense, or perhaps it doesn't have to. The truth is different to every writer and artist, and the interpretation of that truth is different still.
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Story by Shaueel Persadee
The Bloodiest Days
In a society of vampires where humanity no longer exists, a fire burns that threatens the peaceful existence...