All Alone

So, I wrote this short story about the Good Samaritan and thought I would share it. It’s written from the attacked man’s perspective, so he will pass out at times, so expect some gaps and things to be a bit…sporadic. Enjoy! Pain. Everywhere. Could barely breathe with how much the pain kept stabbing him ifContinue reading “All Alone”

My promises

I never promised sunshine and roses Or that things would not get tough I never promised that you would not be hurt That you wouldn’t feel any pain Or that tears would no longer be shed If you would take up your cross and follow Me People will hate you Beat you, kill you SometimesContinue reading “My promises”