Everything was falling apart. Corruption spread through the ranks like a wildfire, only leaving small patches of green. I was one of those spot of green surrounded by black ash trying to close in. I almost gave in, letting corruption take me. But others fighting for the same thing gave me strength.
A/N: I think this is a bit of a political thing. Dammit. Somehow, politics or some shit makes its way into my writing. I'm sorry.
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A Tangled Mess! --Short Story and Drabble Collection
RandomThis is my first time writing here so... hi. Each short is under a category label. If you don't like angst, don't read under that label (and I do, like, hardcore angst sometimes). If you don't want any crack shit, don't read the Incorrect Quotes or...
