A gripping 23, 000-word fiction novella with twists and turns, tragedy, surprises, love and heartbreak. I might as well hang myself and dig my own grave, That rotting animal carcass draped over me, dragging me into the vulture's cave. I don't just feel death-I am death, a cursed thing, a blight upon the earth. A swan drowned in mud, wings torn, beauty turned to filth. A sun snuffed out, a black dove plummeting from the sky.
Even the parasites flee-mosquitoes recoil, flies twist away in disgust. I am poison. I am ruined. Why did God waste his breath to shape me?Who am I? Why do I carry two names, two curses?A prison of flesh, split mind-conjoined twins screaming in one skull. Life is a gauntlet of knives, every step a fresh wound. I'd rather sprint naked through barbed wire, let the thorns flay me clean, Than endure this slow decay.
I'm clawing toward salvation, screaming at the heavens: "I'm coming!"But God plays coy-the pearly gates slither away like mirages. Heaven's a fugitive, and I'm the damned thing it escapes. About the AuthorKJ De LA Jewelz is more than an author or artist. He is a cultural force who blends imagination, creativity, and street smarts into every work he creates. His storytelling ability is intensity-rich with suspense, layered drama, and emotional pull-that keeps readers leaning in, fully absorbed from the first page to the last.
A gripping 23, 000-word fiction novella with twists and turns, tragedy, surprises, love and heartbreak. I might as well hang myself and dig my own grave, That rotting animal carcass draped over me, dragging me into the vulture's cave. I don't just feel death-I am death, a cursed thing, a blight upon the earth. A swan drowned in mud, wings torn, beauty turned to filth. A sun snuffed out, a black dove plummeting from the sky.
Even the parasites flee-mosquitoes recoil, flies twist away in disgust. I am poison. I am ruined. Why did God waste his breath to shape me?Who am I? Why do I carry two names, two curses?A prison of flesh, split mind-conjoined twins screaming in one skull. Life is a gauntlet of knives, every step a fresh wound. I'd rather sprint naked through barbed wire, let the thorns flay me clean, Than endure this slow decay.
I'm clawing toward salvation, screaming at the heavens: "I'm coming!"But God plays coy-the pearly gates slither away like mirages. Heaven's a fugitive, and I'm the damned thing it escapes. About the AuthorKJ De LA Jewelz is more than an author or artist. He is a cultural force who blends imagination, creativity, and street smarts into every work he creates. His storytelling ability is intensity-rich with suspense, layered drama, and emotional pull-that keeps readers leaning in, fully absorbed from the first page to the last.