She retracts her sword from his gut. At her feet lies a now lifeless body. A vicious ex, whom's cronies lay dead in a pathway behind her. She wipes the blood from her face, bruises appear where harsh blows were dealt.
This is some shi*t where I talk about random shit thats barely relevant anymore and nobody cares. But that's great because I take great pleasure in ranting about such things, so good on me, huh?
Friday, December 19, 2014
Saturday, December 6, 2014
[Short Story] The Kind Death
As you may or may not know, Death is not bound to one incarnation.
No, the orchestrator of life, the book keeper of passing, the severer or strings… It’s a job that more than one soul has had the honor, or burden, to enforce.
And as we are infinitely unique, it was only a matter of time when the cloak of Fate’s Enforcer fell on the shoulders of a more… compassionate soul.
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