The TruthFinally, I've reached someoneThe Truth5 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Listen, I don't have much time they're monitoring online activity and they may find me soon. You have to find the truth. Everything we know, everything we believe. It's a lie, they've tricked us. Throughout history there are clues to find to prove the truth I know their plans and now they want me with them or dead. We need a revolution, someone to stand up to them, I can't do it, but you you could do it. I'll give you the clues, the rest is up to you find the truth or this world will be theirs. I can't keep talking I've taken too long. Find the truth.
Angel's GamesThey say that this city was made by Angels, and sometimes I am almost inclined to agree.Angel's Games5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The graveyard is filled with them, weeping stone tears from blank eyes, hands spread wide in supplication, or clasped in grief. They fill this city. Watching from rooftops and doorways. Clinging to the corners of old buildings or sitting silent in hidden courtyards, guarding the ruined tumbles of houses no-one ever bothered to rebuild.
Stone angels watching over a city of dust and ashes. Choked with the burning of a thousand fires, the soot still clinging to the church-towers that ring out with the mournful pealing of bells.
Many wars have passed through this place, and I have no doubt there are many more to come. I have seen my fair share of sorrow here. I have watched as piece by piece the city is rebuilt, the wreckage gathered, the wound mended. Its people are as old and dark as the place itself. Distrustful, generous, proud, a mess of contradictions, and yet you find yourself expecting nothing