I was born in specialty , Growing up to not fit in, I keep travelling to find what I'm looking for, Though I do not know what I want. I see nothing but everything sees me. I grasp nothing, I refuse nothing. I receive but I do not keep. When you search for it, you… Continue reading Nomad
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The last stand
The sound of the flickering light in the room festered until the lamp stabalized. Banging sounded from a nearby echo in a corridor somewhere. It was followed by a louder more imposing smash. It didn't stir any of the soldiers. The remnants of a once strong regiment was now down to 20 men and women.… Continue reading The last stand