Freedom Fire [ON HOLD]

Freedom Fire [ON HOLD]

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I SEE HUMANS BUT NO HUMANITY •-• " What are we? Human? Or animals? Or savages? " - William Golding 1911 - 1938 Lord of the Flies •-• "I don't know what I'm suppose to do anymore," I say, my hands shadow my face covering my guilty expression. He stood, looking down at and I didn't have to look up to see the expression on his face. "Stop it, please stop looking at me like that." "Like what, Love?" He asked, his voice deep but soft. "Stop feeling sorry me, I can feel your expression all around me." "You can't save everyone, Love." He says, I've now grown accustomed to his nickname for me. I look straight at him, my jaw clenching and I swallowed. My eyes glazed over with tears but I held back. "No.. But I can try. Even if it costs me my life." •-• Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are all either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any extraction, manipulation or plagiarising of this story will be asked to be taken down or for any other purposes, a written permission from the author is required. Personal Disclaimer: Content is written in British English and any grammatical/typographical errors are all accidental. WARNING - this book may contain mature themes, reader's discretion is advi
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