I have a terrible habit of creating a plot for a story then abandoning it, leaving it cold, alone, and fearful of being forgotten. I refuse to allow my creativity to die alongside my battered soul.
My pencil will be my sword and, my pen will be my shield. The day I decide an eraser will suffice is the day my chains will be bound once more.
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Story by MatamisDisease
We Are The Prey
One day, they said, the dead would roam the Earth. Nobody believed that...
One day, God said, the dead would...
