There I was, a seemingly regular guy standing in front of the burning shell of a research facility. I stand here in what was apparently a training uniform, my chest covered by a black vest top and attached to my right wrist is a broken chain and cuff. Upon my bare arms there's blood, lots of it, just streaming down towards my finger and dripping off onto the pavement. The source of it is words cut and scratched into my skin. Simple words written: TRAPPED, FEAR, FIRE...You ever heard the phrase "the pen is mightier than the sword"? In my case, words are a very powerful thing. Even some of the simplest words can cause a lot of damage...and I'm not talking about hurting someone's feelings. For me, when I use the right words, the whole world around me reacts.
These words I've written here are not dangerous, rather the opposite, they may help you. Once you've read part of my tale and begun to understand me, you may learn that silence is a virtue and writing what you think can cause a lot of trouble.
I'll start, like many stories, at the beginning...when I killed my parents.
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Red Ink (Ink Chronicles ~ Book One)
Fantasy"A few simple words changed my life, now I'm living in a life of hell" After the death of his parents, Blake Savage was left with many questions, the main one being: how did he do it? The world around him is changing, and he is the one controlling...
