extremespeeds

    "WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE WAS ASSAULTED THIS MORNING!?" Mike Lycaon screamed down his cellphone, quivering with raging disbelief within the confines of his locker room, he was already clad in his wrestling attire with the addition of a black sleeve cut top with a stylized image of a werewolf flexing its muscles printed on the front, "Bloody typical, those striped bastards couldn't handle taking me and Halcon on fairly...how long is he going to be out for?" he continued to bark down the speaker as the voice on the other end delivered him the bad news "TWO MONTHS!!?, GOD SAKE, I DID NOT AGREE TO A HANDICAP MATCH!!", the phone voice tries to reas

    “Evening sunlight, turn dusk to darkness, when I look in my true love’s eyes.” He came to visit me again late after work, it was a rough day. “Bloom night flowers, weave him a blanket. Shadows spread to protect where you lie.” I felt him near. I didn’t bother pulling the blankets up after dropping into bed, then they rose on their own. “Stars and moonlight shine down this night song, when I look in my true love’s eyes.” Then there was his voice, “good evening my shade,” he said softly at the end of the verse.    “Evening Erebus,” I said reaching out to his fac