A Social Corpse : Writing

The Watcher

The Watcher

A Story by A Social Corpse


About a little girl with a problem.
Shell

Shell

A Story by A Social Corpse


I am nothing anymore. Just a shell, a vessel for another being. I feel him inside me, his energy flows through my veins like acid, the burning will ne..
No Emotion.

No Emotion.

A Story by A Social Corpse


Can you imagine it?
A Moment Please.

A Moment Please.

A Story by A Social Corpse


A moment of your time please...
I am Tired.

I am Tired.

A Story by A Social Corpse


Are you?
Advancements

Advancements

A Story by A Social Corpse


Technology is great, but have we gone in the wrong direction?
The box.

The box.

A Story by A Social Corpse


Remember your dreams.
I am an Atheist.

I am an Atheist.

A Story by A Social Corpse


I am an atheist. I do not believe in a God or any form of creator. I believe in physics and science. I do not believe in the devil as the p..
A soldier.

A soldier.

A Poem by A Social Corpse


This is dedicated to SSG Timothy Sonders US Army. May you finally find peace my friend, my comrade, my brother.
Prologue

Prologue

A Chapter by A Social Corpse


“Brian, give me a status report. How are we doing?” Director Franklin stood there, the light shining on his hair that had started to gray...

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