http://slow.writerscafe.org/JoshBiederman The original writings of author JoshBiederman en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776084829 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The game we never agreed to playpoisons our souls, we do naught but decaybecause the rules are set, sealed is our fateand the more we fight, the more the rest hateso we agree to abide by the rules and restrictionsgone is our hopes, our dreams and ambitionsand in return, all that we getis a "thank yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoshBiederman/802176/ It was twelve last night when he came to my doorsomeone I had heard of from childhood lorethe door was unlocked, and in he camehe said not a word, nigh for his name."The angel of death," said he, "am I"the lights flickered and eventually diedit was at the moment I began to cryhe looked at me and t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoshBiederman/802155/