Tyler

Tyler

Aspiring Writer and Director.

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Employee #05278

A corporate murder bot. Heartless. Emotionless. In-human. Day after day I stain my hands unwillingly, no matter how hard I scrub, the stains remain. A nameless weapon, cursed with the skills to take a life.


Others thrive in mechanics, farming, education , healthcare. Here I stand, a potent soul born to face others with poison in their veins. A hitman for hire, cleansing whoever I’m told is “evil”...

Big Leagues

A black duffel bag, fat full of $100 dollar bills sits plump in the middle of the table. Enough money to change a persons life forever.


Either side of the table sits Charlie and Cameron, they’ve both been childhood friends as long as they can remember. After school club, football practice, school trips, they’ve always had each other no matter the weather. But that’s going to change.


“We’re rich....

The Tax Man

The crash of thunder cues a harsh peck at the door. The peck again grows louder with the roar of the skies, forcing the young lad sat home alone to open the door.


It swings open, and a flash of the lightning reveals an ominous goose stood firm, a bowler hat sat proud on his head. He waddles his way up to the young lad and utters these words.


“The skies belly grumbles tonight for she must be hung...

Mon Petit Secret

Through the window of her back garden porch, her bedroom light glistened on her skin like porcelain. The way she frolicked around her room, careless to the world, a free spirit left to her own devices. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but why did it feel so right? The nervous trembles got worse by the minute, my vision beginning to cloud.


That inner voice that’s bangs in the back of your head p...

Wilting

The smell of burning rubber haunts me still. 3 years. 7 months. 12 days. Your crys of laughter blur with those of despair. Lily Rose Camble. Each letter so small etched into that marble slab.


Your room still sits waiting, toys standing eager. I drove by the park today, it was nice to see the swings in use again. The lamp post still bent out of shape, the tyre dug trench blossoms though. A young b...