Hi. I'm a hitman. And I'm also a turdbucket. Or a dickwad. Or a fuckface. Or a shitbag. Or a- you know what, that one crosses the line a bit. But I've heard it all. And honestly, I don't disagree with...

June 10, 1944. My beloved Mary,

"You're always going to be my friend, right? Forever?" Brandon looked up from his deck of cards right into his friend's eyes- usually, Brandon felt nervous looking people straight in the eyes- but Kyl...

This story is a work of FICTION. I did not actually undergo this. I thought it was a drill. As the blaring alarm went off in the classroom in the middle of our studies, all I could think of was "oh, ...