Russian roulette had become a routine game, like a board game, only, one offered the possibility of ending it all. That bullet was going to get her someday, Karma was going to deliver that which seemed near. She could feel how badly he wanted to talk to her, How badly he wanted to rumble... Continue Reading →
Homage to The Well
(photo credit: Pixabay) Like a puppet, they had programmed and controlled her, She needed not a manual, she knew not before this, they had been deciding her life for her, with determination they made the tools necessary to keep the charade up. In flashes of blurry lights, she saw it all unfold. How she... Continue Reading →