Hiro Bastion
Joined June 2021
3 stories
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Just a damaged kid with a typewriter.
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A Merciful Blue Hell
There he sat, alone in his darkened corner. The candle's flame flickered at it's end, like the dying embers of his soul. His fist clenching the bottle, a pained expression across his face. His eyes were sealed so tightly shut, as if to hold back the tears he wished would flow like dump valves.
By Hiro Bastion4 years ago in Fiction
