The trash can sat in the corner of the room, filled to the brim and overflowing with discarded waste. Its scuffed metal exterior bore the marks of years of service, gleaming with a quiet, battered dignity.
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Stories by TrashManAlmighty
Tyranny in the Circus
Philip Wittebane or Belos was meant to be a hero but instead he died a monster. Broken and melting, moments a...
Why am i the Villain?
Jameson loved The Owl House, he laughed he cried to its story. but it was never enough something inside of hi...