untitled poem.There's a gapping hole in my chestMore Like This
suddenly, like a sink hole that
swallows up everything and leaves
Just gone, everything in a blink.
Wilted rose petals, evening gloves,
the old shoe without the match,
marbles, buttons, hats,
all of it is engulfed,
crushed into oblivion
by that dark, gawking maw
that inhaled itself into being.
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The Chronicls of Johnny Winchester Chapter 1More Like This
When it comes to childhoods, mine was about as messed up as it could get. It's not like my parents didn't try their best to give me as normal of a childhood as a test tube Nephilem kid could get. But being a Winchester and all kind of makes normal almost seem impossible. My name is John Robert Winchester, everybody just calls me Johnny though. And this is my story.
Johnny was sitting in one of the booths at the bar playing with a quarter he happened to have in his pocket. Even though he was only 16 he looked far older then that, not exactly 21 but his fake ID was convincing enough. His target was sitting at the bar looking for his own target. He had been here for at least three hours but waiting never really bothered Johnny. Not much bothered him actually he was stronger, faster, and had a higher stamina then most people, but then again most people weren't half angel. He spun the quarter,