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He didn’t enjoy killing, or even violence in general; it disgusted him. It was something the world could do without entirely, and he wished more than anything that he could escape it. He knew, however, as we all know, one cannot escape violence in a world that lives for death. He didn’t want, in any part of him, to kill another human being. Of course, that did not mean for even a second, that he wasn’t going to do it.                Purpose; generally, this is accepted as the one thing every human wants and needs. In our society, and our world, no perso

I don’t know what I hated more: myself, or the fact that my crying woke him up. It couldn’t be later than two in the morning, I had woken up from another nightmare and I found myself huddled in the same spot I always went to in times like these: the bathtub. It was a bad habit I got myself into since childhood, but the coldness of the tub gave me a comfort most things couldn’t. I had been good about keeping my pain hidden from the rest of the world, but by night it came crawling back to me in the form of dreams and flashes of guilt. The tears would come before I could stop them and I always found myself in this tub. He n

Grandpa used to tell stories about the night I was born, said a lost sparrow with cockeyed feathers hopped across my right shoulder and left its mark. Shifting the sheaf of hair mom refused to cut short and craning my neck, I could just see the cluster of sharp-edged W's etched like tattoos across the scalloped scoop of my bones. In summer heat waves, I learned to weave my dark tangles into braids and let the claw strokes breathe, the thin straps of feather-print shirts pushed out of the way. On those days, Grandpa claimed I could lift my arms, wing-like, and fly myself into something new. Today, though the sun is high and summer nears

With a sky that struggles to offer unpolluted clouds, streets rich in garbage-filled potholes, rivers with more diseases than water, and more car thieves than there are cars, no sound mind would remain in this town willingly. Out of the few compliments I've gotten, none were for my sanity, so no wonder I'm here. Among the bunch of senseless decisions I've forged a life with, what's another to the list? Anyone with the smarts Nature reserves for rocks would abandon this wasteland now...But back in the day, before factory owners jumped at the chance to screw it over? Still nothing to brag about, but it was decent enough. A quiet city to watch t