"Much too small, not worth the time to dig."
War is an experience unique to each man. Some relish the idea of battle and bloodshed, others despise it. It takes a special human to be able to kill another without feeling anything. Some would declare these people as "mentally ill" or "unstable" I, on the other hand, consider these people to be true warriors. They are unlike the cowards who are unable to stomach the flames of war and the darkness that follows. I have always held onto the idea that the strong survive and the weak die. This idea, I admit, fuels my lack of emotion towards death. Some might say, "Yeah, who would care about the death of others when you believe them to be inherently weak or useless?" In most ways, I agree with this statement. Who would care about the lives of the useless? But, does one feel regret or sympathy for killing insects? The answer for most is "No". So the question remains how are we any different than insects? Is it because we care for one another: our compassion and love? What happens when you remove compassion and love, what is left then? Now, I'm not saying I'm heartless, or unable to experience emotion, instead, I have just become numb. Numb to the life of others, numb to death and destruction. After all, when death is the norm there is no escaping change.
She also saw that time seems to stop as the kids that she saw from afar playing suddenly stops, a couple from afar also stops, even those old men and women who were exercising from afar suddenly stopped. The leaves that were falling and the birds that were flying also stopped.
Je Hong entered the room. I knew his name from the nameplate he wore that day. I really liked how he looked. He had nice well-kept hair on his head. A mole just below his right eye. The mole made me wanna kiss him on that spot. I gulped the saliva in my mouth with that thought and that guy caught me. He had warm and tired eyes. It felt like they were waiting to see me.
Before the zombie apocalypse, although Nathan wasn't a saint or anything, he has never killed or tortured anyone. He was just an average guy working on a dead-end job with no sense of fulfillment and just slowly rotting away. Sure, he fought people before and wished he could kill and torture them. But to actually do those things? He was expecting that he would at least feel some guilt.
This caused Lester to be silent. He had no way of knowing if Nathan was lying or not. He wasn't willing to betray Red Dust. He had to find a way to resolve this issue. As for his suspicion of Nathan being a solo hunter, he chose to ignore it.
Jimin's moan was loud and pitched so the elder took it as a "yes" and began to move slowly back and forth. His mind was fogged because of the pleasure he was feeling and the sounds surrounding them didn't help his situation, his climax approaching. The boy's knees must have been hurting but he didn't complain at all, allowing his dominant to have his way with him, to use him for his pleasure. That was a huge turn on for Jimin so his own penis began feeling heavier in between his legs.
Well I can't just let myself be bothered, I'm used to it.
Nice story keep up the great work :3
-Th… th… this is delicious!
"I feel fine but where is this?"
The rage inside me was burning high. I walked out of the room and retraced my steps towards the ferry.