As the morning sun soaks up all darkness within reach of the busy neighborhood, Damon Smith a well dressed middle aged man walks out of his 2-story apartment on his way to the job he hates so much. From the second he walks in the door he gets a horrible mixed feeling in his stomach as he walks to his boring sticky note smelling cubical that has his old broken red rolling chair.
Damon's manager was an older white fellow with thin balding white hair and he always smelt like he smoked a cigar while eating peppermints. He talked with a crisp southern accent " you get those files I sent over Damon?" The stench of his manager's breath gaged him "yes sir I'll have them complete by the end of the shift" Damon knew he couldn't finish, but he wanted his manager gone so he could breathe once more.
At the end of the shift the only thoughts in Damon's head is wanting to leave and be far away on a beach sipping martini's and watching as models play in the water with their bikinis so tight their boobs fall out like dough balls. On the walk home Damon pulls his black umbrella out over his head, it's raining hard and the sound of thunder can be heard far in the distance as the grey sky becomes more dark, Damon turns down the street and starts to cross not noticing the MTA bus driving full speed at him, he stops walking and watches in shock as the bus hits him, but in his eyes it was all slow motion. The blood, the pain, and the many many papers flying across the sky from his dark leather briefcase. The last thing he saw was the bright light of the bus right before darkness.
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The Adventures of The Lost Soul
FantasyDamon Smith, once a man but will he forever be a soul? This fantasy story is a action packed spine chiller. As you read amongst the chapters you'll gain knowledge and feel a connection between the characters I hope you guys enjoy this story! This is...
