- I felt the same rough hands harshly placed upon my back as I did in the hallucination box push me towards the very edge of the cliff. I looked over to my side to see him, his head down, bruised & beaten as another man had forced him in the same position as I was in.
- His forlorn attempts at escaping is what drove me to the edge - the nisonomae had come to end.
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The Brainstorm Banter
Genç KurguA book of impulse brainstorm. "To me, writing on impulse generally refers to when you hear a song that just makes you feel or remember certain things. It's like when you smell a scent from your childhood but can't particularly pinpoint what it was f...
