Sooooooo, I'm not gonna bore you with my life story and why I went MIA for two months. Just know that internship = hell. Anyway, I'll be back to posting this story on the first of November (if I don't die before then).
PS: since this website doesn't let me post a chapter with less than 500 characters, here is a poem from my friend singleton.
I can still hear the cries
Cries of a child echoing in the night
I know where it comes from, but I can’t lie
It feels like this voice is nothing but mine
Ebb and Flow, the waters are alive
Like a Shadow, extending for awhile
Nothing of mine left behind, until we arrive
A foot on foreign soil, I reckon it’s tonight
The Mistral howls, as alive as ever
The screams started echoing stronger
My general rallied, it was now or never
With the sparks of the blades clashing together
I can’t see it, as the world was dimming
I could smell it, twas’ almost nose-filling
The smell of us men, silently sinning
For what cause again, were we even swinging
I could still hear the cries
Melting together with the Mistral’s ply
Ebb and Flow, the blood was dry
The smell of them men, losing the vie
PSS: also, I made a youtube channel that I'm kinda active on so please go check it out.
