Time. Time has a way of standing still during the moments that define one’s life. The first kiss, the birth of one’s first child, a paralyzing car accident, hearing of the death of a parent, the last kiss.
I fear that the evil which man brings into this world will never be squelched, leaving behind a terrible, uninhabitable wasteland of a world for our...” She stuttered minutely before continuing, “...children and their children.
Tragedy is the driver of innovation, forcing man to move on and overcome the bonds which hold us back through the ever-present fear.
Not everything has to be an act of grand karmic retribution. This, my friends, is determined by where you presently stand, and which direction you choose to walk.
The severing of his limbs and subsequent cauterizing of the wounds was not the most pleasurable part, no." His mad grin stretched, it seemed, from ear to ear.
