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The man stares at the clock on the wall, the silence of each tick becoming slowly more deafening. A siren’s song of agony erupts from the door to his left, cascading into the hall in a torrential sonata. He grips his cigarette tighter, his fingers moist with sweat. He slowly pulls it to his lips, ta...

What can I say, I really dig it. The irony, the rhyme, it's masterfully done.

Interesting, kinda long winded which generally keeps people away, overall it's pretty decent though, but your language in some places is kind of odd, although it's a fun short story.

That was... interesting?

The sky was a grainy black and white picture, backlight by electric storms. The rain came down in sheets, and all I could do was smile. The deed was done, Graves was dead, and I wasn’t. He was running when I got him, running from a past he could never recover. Running from a past that was catching u...