
With a flash, and the tearing sound of steel versus ligament, knees buckle and crash to the ground. The gasped sound of air escapes your lungs clawing up your throat, tearing the flesh with its speed, leaving you hoarse. Another flash and steel vanquishes vein...

a ghost in a photograph. faded in contrast to brilliant smiles. how long will splendor last as the image fades to black?

with words softer than tenderest of kisses caressing the folds and valleys bringing life to the oft ignored grey fields elegant over bumps and chasms character in its lines...

...... and mice of men did his whoredom make The Babylon son's star did rise wake of fire an understatement for young hopes lost crashes from collisions through charted course

Another fulfilling day of doing nothing time to rest for the day of tomorrows ahead never ending futures what will be tomorrow never to come today...

pull away like you always do disconnect and avoid the pursuit after all, if you don't get hurt well.....

Bubbles rise with purpose ~~~~ life course through and through Poor lil bliter's drowning ____________ 'tis a shame it is not you

with unsure steps and a face buried in decay what was left of the Boy once dreamed of becoming man scars and ticks

Tristan Biggs coffee shop had some lets' call them errors in teh formatting when posting on here. That would be one of the main reasons it wasn't on here before, that and it's size. The work is formatted differently depending on who is saying a certain piece of dialogue and what is happening in the story. hopefully it's still good though.

The following is an exerpt from a short story I wrote, tentatively titled 'Coffee Shop.' There is LOTS more to the story, and I chose a section from it at random to see how you all like it...

Tristan Biggs soon, there are things in the works. three new things, to be exact







