Troubles, troubles, troubles, but only from one person. Go figure. Oh, well. I've written a few chapters of my story over the past few days and the third one is posted, as you can see.
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Humanity Lost Ch.2.“No! Please? Why are you doing this? Please, you can’t! Please!”Humanity Lost Ch.2. by ~SecuraLoki
He hated the screams. He hated the horrid high pitches that were all dreadfully the same. But he also hated the metal squealing of the heavy iron doors on their hinges.
Humans shouldn’t be treated this way. There was no need to prolong their suffering before an inevitable end, especially when it only annoyed him.
“No, no! Please! Ahhugh!” The wretched and broken sobbing seeped through the bars as its owner clung to the dirty metal.
It was a woman. It was always a woman. Why, why did it always have to be a woman? You’d think people wo
Humanity Lost Ch. 1But was it enough?Humanity Lost Ch. 1 by ~SecuraLoki
Was it enough to live like such a well-off man under a well-off man who was much more a criminal than the businessman he claimed to be…and much more something else than any kind of man at all? Celatin wasn’t content, but what words could he rightfully utter when he was not so different? His superior could pay him, which was what mattered most, though, not in anything monetary as you may have assumed. No, his superior could pay him in something much more meaningful.
Yes, it’s true; Celatin was one of those dreadful saps one hears about in town that was taken just a tad after his birth to serve a mas
Tyme and MusikMother of Tyme,Tyme and Musik by ~SecuraLoki
Sometimes confused with Sister of Musik,
Dances with dress of black and of white.
Much like Sister Musik, Mother Tyme makes sound.
Though Sister's sound expansive and Mother's limited
To the tick-tick-tock-tick-tick of minutes passing by.
She hears your sorrows but can only offer
Poor consoling of ticking and tapping.
This is not her fault, but it cannot help.
Sister, on the other hand, can match your sorrows.
In pitch, in rhythm, in sound.
In trumpets, in drums, in voices.
So for every pain, remember:
It is not time that heals all wounds,