Phoenix-B-Meadows

The Misadventures Of Castian Cortane, An Assassin In Time Chapter One: The Old West Sucks (I'm only putting chapter one here, because the rest can be found here, on wattpad) How long until they invented AC's? He was sweating under the skin tight, black Warp suit. Why did they have to be black? It was stupid. He knew it was making the heat worse. Leaning forward, he picked up the cup of beer sitting on the table. There was a dark smudge of dirt along the side of the glass. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. The saloon smelled awful. Like a drunk gymnast with food poisoning. The thought would have been funny if he didn't have to breathe in the s

You told me to add a disclaimer, because my hard life was dragging you down And because I’m me, I laughed And said okay. ~ You wanted a disclaimer, So my words wouldn’t ruin your day, Hide the sun and make it go away. ~ And here it is: ~ Stop reading. ~ You wanted a disclaimer on my pain because I know how to shape words into knives and describe it. Because against the night I still fight to stop it. ~ A disclaimer on me. ~ Should I say I’ve been broken and beat? And sometimes I think I should blame my feet, Cause they’re what keeps me locked down in this life. ~ Or is that my shoes, Shoes to abuse and co