I was tired of seeing the world black and white. I was tired of hearing all the pain in the world. I was just trying to live my life, alone in the out skirts of town. When they came crying back to me; “Help” is what I hear from the steps of my home. Tears from the mothers, anger from the fathers. Crime is so high, that the law in the town is no longer in affect. The time has come for I to make a decision. To come back and save the world again, or let them perish!
Author: Francis JamesView this story's details
This is my redemption My last battle My last fight My last dying dream This is where it ends I will write one last story and then my dream of a writer shall no longer exist I plan to go more towards cooking th... Read Bio
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