Abstract Wars

He drew in a broken breath as he clutched his sides, blood leaking between his fingers. His claws pierced through the fabric as he clutched at his shirt. His wings were covered in blood, guts and indescribable filth; a jagged claw marks were sliced across his wings, having penetrated to the other side. No doubt

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 if

The Strange Encounter

Welcome to all my new followers! I saw this and decided to write a story around it: WARNING: THIS STORY IS NOT FOR CHILDREN, PRE-TEENS OR EARLY TEENS AND POSSIBLY FOR MIDTEENS, THOUGH IT COULD BE SAFE FOR AT LEAST 15 YR OLDS. ONLY LATE TEENS AND ADULTS. REPEAT: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE