Dear Agony,It's me, the one you love the most, I am your favorite, I am your ghost. I pray for death, but you intervene. You control my life, you control my dreams. I cannot live, I cannot die. I have nothing left to give, yet I refuse to cry. Dear Agony, It's me, just please let me die.. Trey
It was dark and cold under the looming canopy of trees. The moon shown through the leaves, casting pale patches of light, obscuring the eerie shadows. Everything was still for this was the meeting place. A frigid breeze sliced through the trees filling the empty space with the rushing sound of leaves. The wind faded leaving a deathly silence and a gathering of figures appearing. Solemn and silent they stood, examining the...
The cold harsh clang of metal hitting metal echoed rhythmically throughout the kingdom. The roaring open flames sent blistering heat into the shop on a bright mid-summer day. William wiped away his sweat with a towel and continued to hammer a heated blade into a sharp edge. He doused it in a bucket of water, steam rose up in reaction to the heated sword hitting the water. The heated vapors seared his hands, and he pulled...
