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A lot of people say I was a strange kid, then again, anything that's different from the norm is considered strange. The public has no perspective. Most kids have Superman, and Batman as their heroes. Kids don't see the story though, they only see a guy beating up bad guys for the greater good, blissfully unaware that the greater good is an opinion, a perspective. No, my heroes weren't spandex clad goons who felt the need to protect society's interest. My heroes were politicians and rock star...

Sam sat in his desolate room, the walls screaming things into his mind, things that he wasn’t convinced he should know. Blood stained the far wall, remnants of Nick, who’s skull he had crushed earlier that month. He found it funny that he knew all along he would kill Nick, but he left him hang around as if it was some sort of test. Maybe I’m wrong for once, he had thought, but then the day came when he went to the hardware store to purchase that sledge hammer. When he got back to his apartme...

Jack Klinger stood over the Black Jack table, sweat dripping off of his forehead, his brown hair was a mop that sat upon his wrinkled face, soaking up the drops of perspiration as he awaited his fate. Jack was a man of the world, at least that’s what how he saw himself. In reality Jack was an ass hole, a guy who got lucky on the lottery and dumped his friends and his family for the “privileged life” as he liked to call it. His new hobby was Black Jack, there was less competition now that all...

Darkness overtakes the sky, the first waves of a thunderstorm, lightning shoots from the air to the ground leaving a black burn that will forever scar the land. Death roams this dismal shade of black, terrorizing the earth with massive bolts of electricity and pelting the land with hunks of ice that crush humans and plants alike. As Death passes a rumbling can be heard as flashes of red streak the sky, blood falls like rain, staining the earth a sickening red, the sky twists and contorts as ...

Jack Klinger stood over the black jack table, sweat dripping off of his forehead, his brown hair was a mop with sweat. The table's green felt top laughed in Jack's face, the dealer burned two holes in him with her eyes. The dealer had a queen showing, while Jack had a nine and a five. jack hit on it, and got another five, he stuck on nineteen. Jack's eyes exploded out of his face as the dealer's card was turned, the card seemed to hold the weight of the world and made a terrible thud that sh...