Sunday, November 15, 2009
His breath propagated stink,there was filth inside him. Monster waiting to unleash.
Never was he like this. He lived like a prince once. Bestowed upon
himself , whom he called friends.
Then an angel appeared, with not pity in her eyes but care.
A healing touch freed him from his sins.
was he worth it?
This is my first attempt at 55 fiction and iam not exactly sure of the rules.Although it might not make sense, its special to me :) .