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Thou hideth beauty to find.
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Searching for a Villain
The world seems out of control sometimes. Well for me it's always out of control. I don't know who I am or who I want to be. I know I have a purpose for being here, I just don't know what that is right now. Ever since I lost my best friend I've been trying to exist in a world where it's just me and my thoughts. Trust me my thoughts are pretty dark. But I'm existing, I'm living and waking up everyday searching for my purpose. Every story has a villain, well mine is my own mind-my thoughts. I battle my darkness away each day and it is not easy.
By Yelisa Espinal4 years ago in Criminal
Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor5 days ago in Fiction
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