Max Malone
Bio
25 years of life with nothing to show for it. Maybe if I don't change anything at all, everything will improve.
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Stories (4/0)
The Cyclone
They threw a bag over my head and drove me somewhere far. It was hard to tell exactly how long, but it had to have been a few hours. I was exhausted, but pain did not allow me to relax in any way. This body ached and the stinging, throbbing sensation of being stabbed lingered in the back and chest. I could feel a long blade slice between my ribs through skin and muscle, punching through my lung and flooding it with blood. It probably sliced through the surface of my heart as well. I might have died faster if they had just slit my throat or shot me, but perhaps they wanted to prolong the pain as I was held captive in this body, feeling everything without the luxury of going into shock or the dulling of the pain with loss of consciousness. It was torture.
By Max Malone3 years ago in Futurism
Rem
It was cloudy in the bar. It had recently acquired new management and they were apparently going for an angsty, gothic vibe. Patrons waded through a foot and a half of artificial fog in the low light. You’d think we were all vampires upon entry, but in truth, there might have been one or two, the first being the owner. Most of us were pretty dark and broody anyway though, so it was fitting. Being an unregistered Mags was a lonely life and the only safe place was the bar, so, naturally, we were all drunks.
By Max Malone3 years ago in Psyche
