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The story you are about to read is a recollection of thoughts from a certain man. This certain man is a man who has gone through much sorrow, pain, as well as happiness and joy. His name is Lucas Wellington. His friends called him Luke. At this point in his life, he was a tall, blond young man of eighteen. His ancestors had come to the American colonies when they were little, and they had settled in Boston, Massachusetts. Luke's family had lived there ever since. As he was walking home from work, he accidentally bumped into an old man. "Oh, excuse me sir, I'm terribly sorry," Luke apologized. The short, frail-looking man had a pleasant dem

It was a cold, dreary day in Salem, Massachusetts. The year was 1692. People had gathered at the local church to witness the murder of heretics. Witches. Werewolves. They were there to witness the Salem Witch Trials. The focus of this story is Lucas Wellington. His friends called him Luke. He was a tall, blond-haired boy of eighteen. Luke had lived his entire life in the colonies of America. His grandparents had come over the ocean from England to Plymouth when they were little. He was a fervent supporter of the Trials and the killing that went on. That is, until today. As he made his way to the church building, he, quite literally, ran i

I stood there as I watched my mate being threatened by some asshole that broke into my home and had the stupid idea of taking her hostage. Other than that, the biggest mistake he made was scaring the crap out of my daughter who was now hiding in her room under her bed. I would make sure that would be the last mistake he would ever make. He kept stroking Jay's stomach with his nails which were sharp as knives. His eyes were void of sympathy, but he kept a smirk on face. "Awww, what's wrong puppy? Scared I'll hurt your little bitch?" He said in a mocking tone. I felt a fire grow inside me, and it wasn't the good kind either. "Listen, if you lea