Through the darkness of the town, only one man stood stomping on the cobblestones. He stood creeping down the lane cautiously watching everything that went by him.
He was a vagabond who had lived through tragedies.
Until he became a tragedy.
This was a warrior who lived and fought in vain.
This was a statistic who died five years ago.
But that might change if we reverse the ink on his tainted skin.
That man does not deserve to die.
Retrace his stories and his choices, and he might survive. Erase his history and his story but there is no longer a man left.
How do we relive his past without his future?
It's simple.
We don't.
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His Tattoos
Short StoryNot every tattoo tells of a party or drunken night, but not every tattoo tells a happy story either. Most of these tattoos are nowhere near regretting. Each story is told through writing on his skin. Each tattoo like a delicate painting told...
