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Death to the Martyr Chapter 2 There was something strange about this apartment, even if I could not place my finger on it. It felt as if some presence were lurking through the corridors, raising the hairs on the back of my neck. But, every time I would glance behind me to see if someone was there, I would only find darkness and hear curses fly from Eva's mouth in sharp whispers. "I swear," I tried to tell Eva as she was stuffing an old vase into the endless bottom of her black Store-Pack. "I think there might be someone still in here, with their hand right on the emergency button to send the polizei our asses." Eva snorted. "There ain't nobodDeath to the Martyr Chapter 2


Death to the Martyr Chapter 1Chapter 1Death to the Martyr Chapter 1
Hoverboarding is not my favorite thing in the whole world to do. Sure, I was a good rider, better than most, especially at my age, when such meaningless activities were abandoned and replaced by cooing over children and drinking tea while gossiping with the neighbors. And you had to admit, hoverboarding was actually fun, if you managed not to crash and break every bone in your body. All right, I admit, I'm paranoid like any other cranky, old bastard, but for good reasons. The last time I'd been hoverboarding for fun left me scarred for life, both mentally and physically. I was only 21-years-old when I


I Lack the LusterHere are your friends, staggering into the doorway once again, half-empty vodka in one hand and a bag of cocaine in the other, dear god, how I'm sick of them. They break the vases and pukes on the couches, laughing as they wildly jerk their bony hips in what they call dancing, playing the music much too loud when all I want is a good night's rest.I Lack the Luster
And, I don't have the guts to tell them to leave,
to kick them out to the streets, because the vagrants are much better than we.
To the children on the streets, we teach them that the


Space is a Cruel MistressI seem to find that space, she is boring, so empty and vast, holding so tightly onto the past, even if it's just debris from an asteroid crash.Space is a Cruel Mistress
And me, well, I'm just floating on through, gliding past the planets, waving to the moons, diving into the Asteroid Belt, drifting our galaxy's memories.
Space, she is so unpredictable, for one minute I could be near the of the Milky Way, then I could be so close to home that I can just barely touch the moon.
But space, she shall never let me go, always shedding tears made o


Dark Side of the Sun Chapter 1Chapter 1Dark Side of the Sun Chapter 1
There's something about waking up beneath a red-and-blue canopy in the morning, lying upon the dewy grass, that's just so breathtaking, so rejuvenating. It felt as if the swirling colors were blessing you with the cleanest of all slates, lifting all your sins from your soul. It was as if the colors told you that you were forgiven for some argument that lasted for years, like, say, placing feces in your brother's hair while he was sleeping. Yeah, I think you can see just how marvelous the moment felt like. Stretching my arms out wide and letting out a loud yawn, I lifted myself up from the g


The Future isn't a Great OneLock the doors, close the blinds! The ones you love, the ones you hate wait outside in the dark of night, pitchforks thrust to the sky, obscenities on the top of their lungs.The Future isn't a Great One
Why don't you fall into the warmth of my arms, let me hum the lullabies I once sung when you were so young as you stammer out the words you had thought they'd never say to such a pretty face.
They're pounding on the door, shaking the floorboards, ready for the blood to spill.
We weren't ever like them, they knew that from our first moment in the ligh
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