Hey readers. This story is actually a piece of work i was writing that was originally called PLAGUE. but a big old plague didnt fit…

Arken sat in the gloom of the bar, barely hearing the drunken laughter shielding him from reality; he felt the real feeling, the sharpness, fade…

I remember specifically not wanting to get pregnant and getting on the pill. And still the test says i've got a baby. What the fuck…

There was something wrong. Arken stiffened. He felt eyes. He knew they were there. Arken felt himself being watched, perched on a tree branch, waiting…

Time had passed since the incident. Arken drank even more heavily than ever. Slowly, by time, his wound began to fade. He again gathered the courage Yanna had…