Untitled 2One should not focusOn the darkness of the tunnel around them.One should instead daydreamAbout the beautiful sights to come at the end of that tunnel.
Encountering the TruthThis is a story from my childhood.It was my spring break in seventh grade. We went to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Many people think of the place as a sprawling jungle of high-class business men and women in suits and dresses and whatnot as well as a deeply rooted history. While this may be true, there is also a massive difference behind the scenes.My grandparents were driving around, trying to find somewhere to eat. This was our first afternoon in the city. We came to a stop behind several cars lined up at a stoplight, and I was in the back seat, right beside the sidewalk. Not even ten feet away from me, I saw a man. Not much to him. He h
Dawn of the Order: IntroThree years ago.Four people in trench coats walked up to the gate to the ruins of what was formerly the Auschwitz-Birkenau concentration camp. A woman in yellow, a man in blue, a woman in red, and a man in black. All but the man in black appeared shocked at where they were, but the man simply stood in front of them, staring at the former palace of death and damnation. The man raised his hand, revealing a scar that went from his wrist all the way up his arm, coiling just like a serpent. His three associates stood at attention, taking off their hats in respect for those who died in this gateway to hell."Alright, what happened here?" asked t
That or Mario...maybe sonic.................... :I