They call it the present
I remember riding the bus late one night from my job and the only other entity on the bus besides the driver, was a faded past. It smelled of stale piss and alcohol. It had glossed over marble eyes and red liver lips that mashed and salivated as it...
A New Life: Chapter 0
Continued and contains both, though with some chnages, so a reread is encouraged. as with the others this will continue to remain a w.i.p. as i contune to write, and as my skills improve.** **prologue** seikua was not a peaceful planet.