Martin Gomez
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Sometimes I just think to much.
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Bring me my skates
Start writing... The skies were darker then usual during this time of the year. If it wasn’t for the War Benjamin Day would be on the stone streets of London snowball fighting with his friends. Instead he finds himself alone in a chariot going to an uncle’s Estate that he hasn’t seen since before he developed memories. In his hands was a letter written by his parents telling him how much they both love him and how he needs to be brave. He read the letter over a dozen times, analyzing ever sentence, pronouncing every word, and making sure he didn’t miss anything. By the time the chariot reached its long awaited destination, the creases of the paper were as soft as cotton.
By Martin Gomez4 years ago in Families
Justice is a piece of cake
Start writing... The night life in this town never sleeps, it’s alive, it breaths and beats like a heart. Music, dames, liquor, everything a decent man needs and if he tries to tell you something different he’s selling you applesauce kid. The only time someone can find sleep around here is on the inside of a wooden kimono six feet deep. I was born in this town and came up as a young punk in the back allies and sleeping in the back gin mills. Hell, I even made a little lettuce picking up the place before it opened, and I made a little more when the fellas would stumble out, all high off the hooch. I took care of’em. I got’em a hack to get home and what not, I only took a little cut for my good deeds. I’d always been a punk, and I could live with that, but I ain’t never had a piece and I was never no stool pigeon. So needless to say even I was surprised when I became a copper. I can still remember when I first considered the occupation.
By Martin Gomez5 years ago in Criminal
The Other
My dearest reader, I understand that it has been a while since I last wrote to you. And I would just like to reassure you that I wouldn’t neglect my personal dedication due to any foolish reason, but a glories burden of responsibility. I was approached to complete a special task and shortly after my acceptance of this quest I came to a terrifying realization, that our indulgence will become nothing more than a liability. In order for me to go out into the Barren I’ll need to keep my wits about me. I shudder at the thought of losing you and how you’ve become so therapeutic for me this last year. You’ve helped me balanced my thoughts and brought me confidence. Still, I need to keep to the plan, and if this will be our last meeting, at the risk of sounding redundant, I’ll start at the beginning; at least from my understanding.
By Martin Gomez5 years ago in Fiction
