Jesse Jones
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Father of two amazing kids and full-time pediatric ICU nurse. Writing has been a passion of mine since high school, though I have never worked towards any published work. Mainly enjoy writing poetry and fiction.
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The Parliament
The light of the moon was blinding as Rickard looked up at the night sky. He could not remember the last time he saw the moon as bright as tonight. Though he knew that this moon would most likely be his last. As he thought about it, a tear began to roll down his cheek, and the brisk winter air quickly turned the tear into ice on his face. Rickard closed his eyes to shield them from the light of the moon as he felt his body being pulled over the forest floor. The grunts of his captor could be heard with each and every tug of his body. Rickard tried to struggle once more against his restraints, but it was no use. The knots that bound him weren’t going to give and escape was impossible.
By Jesse Jones4 years ago in Criminal
