Cannon fodder
People die every day, but what if that was your 9 to 5. Wake up, clock in, die and then head home. The monotony of life is crucial already, what about the monotony of death...
People die every day, but what if that was your 9 to 5. Wake up, clock in, die and then head home. The monotony of life is crucial already, what about the monotony of death...
I still have the newspaper clipping. It's a picture of me the first day of my existence, at least, it's the first day I remember. That was three years ago, when a photographer snapped the photo of me walking weirdly around the scene of a deadly car accident. My pale skin shone brightly against the wreckage as my blo...
When Mel finds the perfect guitarist to make her dream of a singer come true. What will happen when a long the way a few chords bring them close together.