TheseHopefulMachines

"He's dying? Just like that?" John ran his fingers through his thick brown hair as he watched his kids play on the carpet in front of him. Dave looked at him curiously, "Who's dying Daddy?" "Yeah, who's dying?" Liquid intercepted while George just stared. "Adam says that Toby ate something and he might die." Toby was just an old dog he'd bought years back to keep him company around the house before he had his boys. John didn't particularly even like dogs but being alone got old after a couple of years. He'd been making his way home from mowing a neighbors yard when he saw a sign that said "Puppies for sale". Out of curiosity he stopped by

"Old man look at my life, I'm a lot like you were. Old man look at my life, Twenty four and there's so much more Live alone in a paradise That makes me think of two." -------- He heard the scrape of nails ghosting across the ground and a low growl. He opened his eyes groggily to see sunlight slipping in through the small cracks of the floor boards. A flash of golden flickering underneath the sun's rays had his memory hitting him with such suddenness that he scrambled up, nearly tripping over a pile of health packs in the corner. Yellow eyes stared at him, half with curiosity and half with hunger. The chain still seemed to be securely

If I told you things I did before, Told you how I used to be. Would you go along with someone like me? If you knew my story word for word, Had all of my history Would you go along with someone like me? ----------------------------------- He broke through the door and slammed it behind him. The relief of being inside made his knees give out and he gulped in all the air he could get as he lay on the cool, dusty hard wood floor beneath him. "Shit, shit, shit.." He growled to no one in particular. Pulling himself off the floor he dusted off his suit and slicked back his hair. He was glad that there happened to be no mirrors around, it

WARNING. PLEASE READ COMMENT SECTION BEFORE READING THIS STORY. ---------- Ellis Halsted was leaving his job at an old sweat box across from Tin Pan Alley. He was shot. Too many cake-eaters and sugar daddies swinging there dogs around with a couple of quiffs pressed tightly to their hips. Many of the broads would crush on their  daddies only to find out the only thing they wanted them for was a couple of boffs. She would then proceed to cast kittens about the place resulting Ellis in having to tell her to scram or else. He was turning the corner slipping past the multitude of bent customers stumbling past. Ellis was almost knoc

"I am far being from flawless; He's perfecting my luster still, This diamond in the rough, being transformed within His will." -Dannette Ketwich Nick knew this was a stupid idea and with every infected he bumped into it only reminded him even more. The sun was practically gone from the sky and he knew from only a couple days at fight that you didn't wanna be traveling in the dark. It was a whole two and a half mile trek he was going to take but, he felt like he was preparing to run a marathon. Though he'd already traveled 15 miles that day these two seemed to really take the cake. Having encountered seven chargers by this time, Nick was j

"I like piling up my poker chips, And making my opponents shake. The best is winning when, I've nothing and knowing I have to fake." -Tony Shadford He woke with a start, his whole body jerking upward. Thats when the seering pain wrenched through his chest. His throat muscles tensed up and closed off his air way. He couldn't have screamed even if he wanted to. He flopped back to the floor with a loud thump, trying to breath. His eyes, still closed were burnng with tears, "A-auugh!" He finally screamed out. "Nick! Nick!" His eyes flew open. And probably for the first time since he'd met him, he was happy to see Ellis' face.  "O-