Justice Judge
Joined May 2021
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Ripple's Edge
The air is cold and nips at my hands where my sleeves do not cover. My hands rest lazily on the steering wheel as I cruise down the foggy gravel road. My friends are singing along to some trendy pop playlist and none of the songs are ones I know. I enjoy old music. Music that some people in my generation would hear and turn off with pure disgust.
By Justice Judge3 years ago in Fiction
What comes from Within
The Old Barn was dark and creaky. You could smell the rotting wood and hear the distant dripping of a leak from the roof. I kept myself tense and weary of what could lurk around any of the corners or in any of the shadows. My knife was drawn and all I needed was a sign of hostility for me to pull my gun.
By Justice Judge3 years ago in Fiction