You kneaded me, tried to shape me to your liking, extra-thin crust, light sauce, easy on the toppings, bland. Your well-intentioned hands smashed my skin,
Three knocks, each one harder than the last.
That was his thing, every time we left for the day. Some days there was even a large pause between each knock. He didn’t think I ever noticed, but I did.
A satirical post on the benefits of revenge and downfalls of forgiveness.
So…this was a bit weird. A serial killer, a Marvel hero, and a scene from Naruto all make an appearance. By far the weirdest of
Their embrace was short. He pulled away and kissed April on the forehead before breaking away for the last time. He mind began to sink back into a cold, process-oriented mode. Back to the basics. Back to figuring out his next move. His belt was back in the house, along with his plasma gun.
Originally posted on blog, Floating Forward on 9/26/17 –> Here I started a writing challenge of sorts to test my creative limits and to look for