I just wrote this while taking a break from the mind numbing work I’m doing. I’d love to know what you guys (and gals) think of it.
Oh and I’ve just recently reached the milestones of 50 posts and 50 followers. That’s for making this blogging this fun. Without you all it wouldn’t be worth doing.
Enjoy the story!
The Hunger
The hunger burns within. I can feel it ripping and tearing my fragile insides to shreds. It hates that I’ve not yet set it free. It despises me for holding it back. Its hatred for me burns like a hot iron against my soul. I’m not certain how I’ve contained it for so long, but I fear it’s grown too strong. I don’t have the willpower to keep going and I don’t have the guts to end it once and for all. One bullet, silver- that’s all it’d take. The wolf demands freedom. I can contain the beast no longer.
Comments, criticism or half drunken rants?