Tord is self destructing. Ever since the "incident" he just hasn't been the same. That's what Paul calls it. "The incident" Nothing more... Nothing less. He holds tight to his last strings of sanity.
No more updates. I've been on a very long creative writing break but I can feel myself coming back slowly! I may return soon :)!
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14 Kapitel Abgeschlossene Geschichte Erwachseneninhalt
14 Kapitel
Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Erwachseneninhalt
"You know what, you remind me of an old friend of mine."
Tord smiled almost subconsciously and replied, "oh really? care to tell me how, Mister I-had-friends?"
Thomas rolled his eye jokingly sipping more whiskey from his shot glass, "I don't know what it is exactly, but your presence just mimics him almost. Not to mention the obnoxious attitude."
Tord playfully punched the barely sober Sheriff's shoulder, making Thomas chuckle at his actions.
"Yeah he was annoying, petty, and very smug at times. But he was an excellent partner in crime." He swigged the liquid in his hands sighing, "And I'll never forget the way his face looked in the moonlight, sparkling. His smile was the one thing I knew out shined the stars, that bastard."
Tord was speechless, surely Sheriff Thompson wasn't talking admirably about he himself, right?
"A-and who, if I may ask, is this man of mysterious wonders giving you more energy than usual?"
Thomas' face was unreadable, completely colorless, until he looked at Tord, piercing his soul with a killer expression shooting with it.
"The same man, who took my eye."
(Tomtord-Only of the fictional characters, never the real people- Please respect the Creator's privacy and space-)
(Saloonatics)-(Note: Story goes back and forth between the characters past and present; Prequel to the Saloonatics episode!)
Idea Started (September 18 2020)
Story Ended (October 23 2022)