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The tower block collapses in the distance. A lonely high-rise condemned Just like we have been.


How He Knows About the Noose

[Dated late 2014] Somebody knocks on my door and I try to stand but fall back down. I try to stand again and this time my legs grace me with regular use and I stumble to the door with the bottle of beer in my hand. I open the door.


Hey, so this page is essentially just an outlet for most of the writing I do in my free time. I mostly write fiction, my preferred format being that of the novel, although they won't be posted here and will instead be self-published through an on-demand printing and digital service, probably through Amazon or something. So… Continue reading Intro