The First Blood

He had surrendered his soul. Or at least he had given up the hope of saving it. He had been lying there, cooped up in his room for almost a week now. He wanted to retch at his disgusting and spineless life. But then as almost every great narrative of human spirit begins with an innocuous thought, he resolved to turn his weakness into his elixir of life. He would beat the devil at his game.


Posted on December 5, 2010, in Misc. and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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