Sometimes used for a story and poetry, this will be a place for my political views. I'm sorry in advance if I ever offend anyone. I am not sorry, however for stating my opinion.
To Flee, or not to Flee
It had been two weeks... Two weeks since I left my brother there... I've heard nothing from him... In a way that was good, but it was also nerve damanging to imagine what I had done to him. Did I kill him? No word meant he was dead, right?
WRONG!
I saw him on Mars a month after I shot him... He was chasing another bounty, and I ignored him...