How foolish I was to think back then that this school I went to would be my friend. Tests and quizzes to show off my brain but outside of class did I retain? The notes, the skills, the things I said; all of it stored within my head?
What did I get from all these years slaving away behind these tears? The satisfaction of working hard for a piece of paper financially barred? A dedication to learn new skills should not be followed by endless bills.
About the Creator
Luke A Mohar
I have always been a creative person for as long as I can remember. I started by making funny movies, writing poems and drawing too. Through college I learned to write a little better but never got to write what I wanted to. So, now I will.
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The Prey
Night falls upon a ruined city, decimated and forgotten. The once proud standing skyscrapers that filled the concrete jungle are unrecognizable from the rubble they now are. The sounds of honking horns and people going about their day have been replaced by deathly screams of unholy creatures and the silence of an empty city. Many survivors who made it out know that the dangers lurk in the shadows of the night, and that daybreak is your only safe haven. So, if you are ever caught in the dark without a light, hide and hope that they do not find you.
By Luke A Mohar3 years ago in Horror
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