Trample Stories Novels & Stories

Adam yells. "What do you think human trafficking is, you piece of shit? Do you think anyone is going to miss your sorry ass?" Jon walks over to Adam and kicks him hard in the side. "All I did was take them from one place to another. I didn't kidnap them; what I did wasn't against the law." Skye growls at him as she gets closer. "You're stupid. When my sister is done with you, the world will be rid of one less idiot." Jon kicks him once more before returning to the truck.

(Author wanted to write a fantasy of abandoned souls and empty shells of hollow carcasses but the author is lost in a different world of his own thoughts and nightmares, he has a regret of being wrong at the edge of the clearest right opted path that he had pave for the truth and ended up with a lie of being good, but he is the worst of his own creation of any character and in every emotion that he felt but after the time has passed, he suffered like a shooting star and created a hinge in the depths of his stoned heart). That kid was still crying (I hate the screams that they make while crying, tears are acceptable) and a pack of wolves heard his little noises. I'm not cruel, I just enjoy th

The clean hallway outside our home had turned into a disgusting garbage dump covered in buzzing flies. There was a designated trash area in the neighborhood, and everyone here had lived together for over a decade. There was no way people didn’t know where garbage was supposed to go. Anthony immediately exploded in anger. “Who did this? Throwing trash in front of someone else’s door like this, do you people have no shame?” Someone nearby muttered under their breath, “It’s still nothing compared to being the other man.” Anthony immediately lost it, grabbing the speaker by the collar. “What did you just say? I’m telling you right now, Anthony is not an adulterer! The real adulterer is that fake

I cried out, refusing to accept the truth that was plainly before my eyes. Dad, mom, sister, and my brother-in-law, lying in the room with no breath or heartbeat. They weren't with me anymore and they're never going to answer me again, not anymore. I tripped and fell on the cold concrete which made me hit the ground hard for my frustration. It was hard enough for me to bleed, but I couldn't feel the pain. I'm telling myself, this isn't the end. This is just a start. I will make the end for which I wish. ******************************